The Lady Is a Tramp - Frank Sinatra, Nelson Riddle

She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight

She loves the theater, but doesnt come late

Shed never bother, with people shed hate

Thats why the lady is a tramp

Doesnt like crap games, with barons and earls

Wont go to harlem, in ermine and pearls

Wont dish the dirt, with the rest of those girls

Thats why the lady is a tramp

She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair

Life without care

Shes broke, but its ok She hates california, its cold and its damp

Thats why the lady is a tramp

Doesnt like dice games, with sharpies and frauds

Wont go to harlem, in lincolns or fords

Wont dish the dirt, with the rest of those broads

Thats why the lady is a tramp