I love the sunshine,
The fresh wind in my hair,
A summer dress with,
Nothing but flare.
I hate the cold,
It's boring and full of gloom
... That's why the lady is a tramp.
She wont be found,
Drinking expensive champagne,
But she will be found,
Dancing the day away.
I won't wear diamonds and pearls,
I'm not that kind of girl
... That's why this lady is a tramp.
I don't want the limelight,
Just the Central Park view,
I need nothing new,
Just the sound of rhythm and blues.
She's broke and happy,
She never looks damp
... That's why this lady is a tramp.
The sound of riches,
Doesn't tickle my fancy,
Just the fresh green grass,
And my good ol' friend Nancy.
You see my style,
You'll find it hard cramp
... That's why the lady is a tramp.
-Jasmine Barlas
