Frank Sinatra The Lady Is A Tramp Lyrics

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight.
She like the theatre and never comes late.
She never bothers with people she hates.
Thatīs why the lady is a tramp.
Doensīt like crapgames with barons or earls.
Wonīt go to Harlem in ermine and pearls.
Wonīt dish the dirt with the rest of the girls.
Thaīts why the lady is a tramp.
She like the free fresh wind in her hain, life without care.
Sheīs broke and itīs oke.
Hates California, itīs cold and itīs damp.
Thatīs why the lady is a tramp.
She gets too hungry to wait for dinner at eight.
She loves the theatre, but never comes late.
Sheīd never bother with people sheīd hate.
Thatīs why the lady is a tramp.
Sheīll have no crapgames with sharpies and frogs.
And she wonīt go to Harlem in Lincolns or Fords.
And she wonīt dish the dirt with the rest of the broads.
Thatīs why the lady is a tramp.

She loves the free fresh wind in her hair,
life without care. Sheīs broke but itīs oke.
Hates California, itīs so cold and so damp.
Thatīs why the lady. thatīs why the lady,
thatīs why the lady is a tramp.