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Letra de THE LADY IS A TRAMP de ROBBIE WILLIAMS.
( Robbie Williams )
I´ve wined and dined on Mulligan Stew,
and never wished for Turkey
As I hitched and hiked and grifted too,
from Maine to Albuquerque
Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball,
and what is twice as sad
I was never at a party where they honoured Noel Coward
But social circles spin too fast for me
My "hobohemia" is the place to be
I get too hungry, for dinner at eight
I like the theatre, but never come late
I never bother, with people I hate
That´s why the lady is a tramp
I don´t like crap 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 ok
Hate California, it´s cold and it´s damp
That´s why the lady is a tramp
I go to Coney, the beach is divine
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 prize fight, 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
and never wished for Turkey
As I hitched and hiked and grifted too,
from Maine to Albuquerque
Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball,
and what is twice as sad
I was never at a party where they honoured Noel Coward
But social circles spin too fast for me
My "hobohemia" is the place to be
I get too hungry, for dinner at eight
I like the theatre, but never come late
I never bother, with people I hate
That´s why the lady is a tramp
I don´t like crap 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 ok
Hate California, it´s cold and it´s damp
That´s why the lady is a tramp
I go to Coney, the beach is divine
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 prize fight, 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
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