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I get too hungry, for dinner at eight
I like the theater, but never come late
I never bother, with people I hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
I don't like c games, with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of the girls
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
I'm broke, it's o'k
Hate California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
I go to Coney, the beach is devine
I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine
I find a Winchell, and read every line
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like a prizefight, that isn't a fake
I love the rowing, on Central Park lake
I go to Opera and stay wide awake
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like the green grass under my shoes
What can I lose, I'm flat, that's that
I'm alone when I lower my lamp
That's why the lady is a tramp
- Album:
- Green Wave
- Miscellaneous
- Elf: Music From The Major Motion Picture
- The Lena Horne Easter Collection
- But Beautiful
- Live and Lovely Lena Horne
- Lena Horne
- The Songs of Lena Horne, Vol. 3
- Let Me Love You and Other Live Hits
- The Essential Lena Horne Collection, Vol. 3
- New York Jazz Club
- Eight Classic Albums
- Platinum Fine Jazz Ladies
- The Best Of Lena Horne
- Seasons Of A Life
- Planet Jazz
- Stormy Weather
- Swing! The Ultimate Big Band Album
- Capitol Sings Jerome Kern: "The Song Is You"
- Capitol Sings Johnny Mercer: “Too Marvellous For Words”