Tramp ( Feat. Carla Thomas) Tramp! What you call me? Tramp. You didn't! You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats. Well I tell you one dog
He's a tramp But they love him Breaks a new heart Ev'ry day He's a tramp They adore him And I only hope He'll stay that way He's a tramp He's a scoundrel
tramp I like the free fresh wind in my hair Life without care I'm broke, it's oke Hates california is cold and is damp That's why the lady is a tramp
too hungry, for dinner at eight She likes the theater, and never comes late She'd never bother, with people she'd hate That's why the lady is a tramp
I said I wasn?t cheating then I began repeating The abundance of redundance flooded her head And she said ?If I?m leaving with a broken heart You?re
