She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight (I'm starving) She loves the theater, but doesn't come late She'd never bother, with people she'd hate That's why the lady is a tramp Doesn'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 those girls That's why the lady is a tramp She loves the free, fresh wind