She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
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She adores the theater, but never comes late
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She will never argue, with the cat she'd hate
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And that is why the lady is a tramp
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Won¡¯t got to Coney, Malibu is fine
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She adores the ballgame, thinks the Mets are divine
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She refuses to believe that Phil Ramone¡¯s a friend of mine
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That's why the lady is a tramp
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She likes that green grass growing under her shoes
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She even digs the birth of the blues
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Man she¡¯s a swinger, a humdinger
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She¡¯s all alone when she lowers the lamp
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That's why my lady is a tramp
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She likes that free fresh wind in her hair
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Life without care
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She¡¯s grown, but it¡¯s old
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She hates California, it¡¯s cold and it¡¯s damp
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That's why my lady is a tramp
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That is why the lady is a tramp
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The Lady Is A Tramp
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| Matthew Morrison |
