Songtext von Sono Onna Fushidara ni Tsuki

I get too hungry, for dinner at eight I like the theatre, but never come late I never bother, with people I'd hate That's why the lady is a tramp I don't like crap games, with barons or 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 my hair Life without care I'm broke, and it's ok Hate California, it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady is a tramp Girls get massages, they cry and they moan Tell slender Ella to leave me alone I'm not so hot, but my shape is my own That's why the lady is a tramp The food at Kopensky is perfect, no doubt I couldn't tell you what the Ritz is about Drop a nickel in and coffee comes out That's why the lady is a tramp I like the sweet, fresh rain in my face Diamonds and lace, no got, so what? For Frank Sinatra, I whistle and I stamp That's why the lady is a tramp She's a hobo She's a scamp She's a no-good kinda tramp That's why the lady is a tramp