The Lady Is A Tramp (这个女人是个流浪女) - Buddy Greco-歌词

The Lady Is A Tramp (这个女人是个流浪女) - Buddy Greco

Written by：L. Hart

That's why

That's why the lady

That's why

That's why the lady

That's why

That's why the lady is a tramp

Tramp

Hmp

Ooh

She gets too hungry for

Dinner at eight now

Hates the theater but

Never comes late

She never bothers

With people she hates

That's why

That's why the lady is a tramp

Don't go to crap games

With barons or earls

Won't go to harlem

In ermines and pearls

She won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls

That's why

That's why the lady is a tramp

She likes the free

Fresh

Wind

In her hair

A life

Without care

She's broke

And that's okay

Hates California

So smarty and damp

That's why the lady is a tramp now

She gets massages

She cries and she moans

Tells Cinderella

Just to leave her alone

She's not so hot

But her shape is her own

That's why

That's why the lady is a tramp

The food at sardees

Is great no doubt

But she doesn't know what motels are about

She puts in a dime

And some ice comes out

That's why the lady is a tramp

She loves the free

Fresh

Wind

In her face

Diamonds and lace

No God

So what

For Rod Steiger

She whistles and stamps

That's why the lady is a tramp now

She don't know the reason for

Cocktails at five

She don't like fly 'em up

But I'm glad I'm alive

I crave affection baby but not when I drive

That's why the lady is a tramp now

She flew down to London

And left me behind

I missed the crowning

But I didn't mind

She won't play scarlet and gone with the wind

It's got to rhyme

That's why

The lady is a tramp now

I like to hang

Her hat

Wherever

I please

And fly

With a breeze

And no dough

Hi ho

She thinks that Marciano was still a great big champ

That's why

The lady is a tramp now

She goes down to coney and she thinks the beach is divine

She goes to the ball games and thinks the yankees are fine

Why she reads Walther Winchell and understands every line

That's why the lady is a tramp now

She likes to go rowing down central park lake

She digs a price fight

That isn't a fake

Why she even goes to the opera

And stays wide awake

That's why the lady is a tramp now

I like the green

Grass under my shoes

Now what

Can I lose

She's flat

And that's that

She's all alone when I lower my lamp

That's why the lady

That's why the lady

That's why the lady is a tramp