Still alone, all at sea, Still there's no-one to care for me. When there's no hand to hold my hand, Life is a loveless tale, I don't know what day it is, Or if it's dark out there; Somehow that's just the way it is, And I don't really care! I go to this

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