That's why the lady is a tramp Life without care She gets too hungry for dinner at eight She likes the theatre and never comes late She never bothers with people she'd hate Doesn't like crap games with barons or earls Won't go to Harlem in ermine and

Come on, (come on) come on, (come on) come on, (come on) come on, (come on) Please, please me, woah yeah, like I please you Last night I said these words to my girl I know you never even try, girl Me, woah yeah, like I please you You don't need me to

Hell is for children Hell is for hell Because hell And you know that their little lives can become such a mess And you shouldn't have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh They cry in the dark, so you can't see their tears They hide in the

I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't I'll never let it go 'cause we can do this on our own I'll never let it go, we have too much to let it fall And I won't let anybody tell me no I won't take anything for granted 'Cause I know that nothing good comes easy

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh We come from the land of the ice and snow On we sweep with threshing oar Our only goal will be the western shore From the midnight sun, where the hot springs flow The hammer of the gods W'ell drive our ships to new lands To

And never let me down Only one friend to understand One friend, that never goes away People come and people go They take and they give Build you up, just to let you down That's just the way it is But all I need is One friend, to get me through the day

Sing, oh oh Come on set the tone If you feel you’re falling Can you feel it? I need you darling Won’t you let me know, oh If you love me come on get involved

I didn’t come to make trouble One day in the sun I didn’t come to make But there’s a war on the rise We were built for survival Given no compromise But I just want Hanging out having fun Just like a wrecking ball

This time it's goodbye trouble I feel the light at the end of this tunnel I get stronger with every step Come Hell, come high water You push on me I'm going to push back harder I got a whole lot more than a little bit left Oh, don't put dirt on my grave

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston