The Lady Is a Tramp - Lady GaGa
I gets too hungry,
for dinner at eight
I loves the theater,
but I never comes late
I never bother, with people that I hate
That's why this chick is a tramp
I doesn't like crap games,
with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem,
in ermines and pearls
And I definitely won't dish out dirt,
with the rest of those girls
That's why the lady is a tramp
I love the free,
fresh wind in my hair
Life without care,
oh I'm so broke, it's old
I hate California,
it's crowded and damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
Sometimes I go to Coney Island,
oh the beach is divine
And I love the Yankees,
Jeeter's just fine
I follow Rogers and Heart,
she sings every line
That's why the lady is a tramp
I love a prizefight,
that isn't a fake
I love to row boat with you
and your wife on Central Park lake
I goes to Opera and stays wide awake
That's why this lady is a tramp
I likes the green (green) grass (grass) under her shoes
What can I lose, 'cause I got no dough (oh no?)
I'm all alone when I lower my lamp
That's why the lady is a tramp
I love your free fresh,
I love your handkerchief in my hair
Life without care,
but I am so broke, that's oak
Hates California it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
That's why this lady
That's why the lady
That's why the lady is a tramp