A Lady And A Tramp - The Venetia Fair

Harlot, you weave your stolen yarns with bitter, borrowed tongues

As it knots up, you sit and wonder, «Am I knitting this or am I just

tongue-tied?»

She sees the tangled strands and understands she’s wrong

But there’s something, something stopping her from shutting her fucking mouth

You turned an artificial ego into housing for a heart officially condemned

But who’d blame you?

You’re not the first and you’re sure not the only one

But you may have missed it

And you’re not some winsome misfit

Speaking up for all of womankind

She’s satisfied to be a lady and a tramp

But there’s something she just doesn’t understand

Oh, god, the things she says!

She wants to be a lady and a tramp

But she’d never show the lady to the band

Harlot, you misinterpret every quip at every turn

It’s impressive, exchanging strength for a thick shield of ignorance

But you may have missed it

And you’re not some winsome misfit

Speaking up for all of womankind

She’s satisfied to be a lady and a tramp

But there’s something she just doesn’t understand

Oh, god, the things she says!

She wants to be a lady and a tramp

But she’d never show the lady to the band

She’s got her flaws

She’s something else

I know it’s all my fault and I should look the other way

But you’re the trainwreck, baby

And I’m watching you burn!

She’s satisfied to be a lady and a tramp

But there’s something she just doesn’t understand

Oh, god, the things she says!

She wants to be a lady and a tramp

But she’d never show the lady to the band

She’d never show the lady to the band