Текст песни The Lady Is a Tramp - Trisha Yearwood
I've
wined
and
dined
on
Mulligan
stew
And
never
asked
for
turkey
As
I
hitched
and
hiked
And
grifted
too
From
Maine
to
Albuquerque
Alas
I
missed
the
Beaux
Arts
ball
And
what
is
twice
as
sad
I
was
never
at
a
party
Where
they
honored
Noel
Ca'ad
But
social
circles
spin
Too
fast
for
me
My
"hobohemia"
is
the
place
to
be
I
get
too
hungry
for
dinner
at
eight
I
like
the
theater,
and
never
Come
late
I
never
bother
with
people
I
hate
That's
why
the
lady
is
a
tramp
I
don't
like
crap
games
with
Barons
and
earls
Won't
go
to
Harlem
in
Ermine
and
pearls
Don't
dish
the
dirt
with
the
Rest
of
the
girls
That's
why
the
lady
is
a
tramp
I
like
the
free
fresh
wind
in
my
hair
Life
without
care,
I'm
broke
That's
oke
Hate
California,
it's
cold
And
it's
damp
That's
why
the
lady
is
a
tramp
I
got
to
Coney,
the
beach
is
divine
I
go
to
ballgames,
The
bleachers
are
fine
I
get
the
columns
and
read
Every
line
That's
why
the
lady
is
a
tramp
I
like
a
prizefight
when
it's
not
a
fake
I
like
the
rowing
on
Central
Park
lake
I
go
to
opera
and
stay
wide
awake
That's
why
the
lady
is
a
tramp
I
like
the
green
grass
under
My
shoes
What
can
I
lose,
I'm
flat
that's
that
I'm
all
alone
when
I
lower
my
lamp
That's
why
the
lady
is
a
tramp
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