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Compilation Les Années 50 : la légende américaine
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The Lady Is A Tramp - Ella Fitzgerald
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 honored Noel Ca-ad.
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 theater, 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 my hair, Life without care. Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I'm broke, it's oke.
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 follow Winchell and read every line, That's why the lady is a tramp. I like a prizefight 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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