The Lady Is A Tramp

I get too hungry for dinner at eight
I love the theatre, I never comes late
I never bother with anybody I'd hate
That's why I'm a lady is a tramp

Doesn't like crap games with barons or earls
Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
Don't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
That's why that chick here is a tramp

She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair, life without care
I'm drunk and it's oke'
Hate California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why I'm a lady is a tramp
You have to paty for that!

Don't know the reason for cocktails at five (It's called alcoholism!)
I don't like flying, I'm glad I'm alive
I crave affection, but not when I drive (24 hours is late!)
That's why the lady is a tramp

I like a prizefight that isn't a fake Sharon Stone
I always eat two or three pieces of cake
I watch your cereal and stay wide awake, it's stuck
That's why this chick is a tramp

I love the free, and knocked out wind in my hair (City girlfriend!)
Life without care (Let's take is spared)
Love California, that tramp don't know shit
That's why I'm a lady is
That's why the lady is
That is why the lady is a tramp