Lady Is a Tramp - Matthew Morrison
She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
She loves the theater, but doesn't come late
She'd never bother, with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
won't go to Coney - the beach is divine.
she don't ball games - the bleachers are fine.
Tha'ts why the lady is a tramp
She likes the green (green) grass (grass) under her shoes
What can I lose?
'Cause I got no dough!
Oh, no?she all alone when she lower my lamp
!That's why the lady is a tramp!
She like the free fresh wind in her hair, life without care
She's broke but it's oke
Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
why the lady
why the lady
That's why the lady is a tramp