From “Babes In Arms”, 1937. Words by Lorenz Hart. Music by Richard Rodgers.
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I get too hungry for dinner at eight
I like the theater, but 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, it’s oke
Hate California, it’s cold and it’s damp
That’s why the lady is a tramp
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