Matthew Morrison - The Lady Is a Tramp lyrics
[Matthew Morrison - The Lady Is a Tramp lyrics]
She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
She adores the theater, but never comes late
She will never argue, with the cat she'd hate
And that is why the lady is a tramp
Won’t got to Coney, Malibu is fine
She adores the ballgame
Thinks the Mets are divine
She refuses to believe that Phil
Ramone’s a friend of mine
That's why the lady is a tramp
She likes that green grass
Growing under her shoes
She even digs the birth of the blues
Man she’s a swinger, a humdinger
She’s all alone when she lowers the lamp
That's why my lady is a tramp
She likes that free fresh wind in her hair
Life without care she’s grown, but it’s old
She hates California, it’s cold and it’s damp
That's why my lady is a tramp
That is why the lady is a tramp
She adores the theater, but never comes late
She will never argue, with the cat she'd hate
And that is why the lady is a tramp
Won’t got to Coney, Malibu is fine
She adores the ballgame
Thinks the Mets are divine
She refuses to believe that Phil
Ramone’s a friend of mine
That's why the lady is a tramp
She likes that green grass
Growing under her shoes
She even digs the birth of the blues
Man she’s a swinger, a humdinger
She’s all alone when she lowers the lamp
That's why my lady is a tramp
She likes that free fresh wind in her hair
Life without care she’s grown, but it’s old
She hates California, it’s cold and it’s damp
That's why my lady is a tramp
That is why the lady is a tramp