Tercüme: Mor Ve Ötesi. Serseri.
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Tramp You could call me that I don't wear continental clothes Stetson hats, sometimes Momma would Papa too I love this child It's all I know how to do
Hmm uuh ahh (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? Home girls, attention you must pay So
American lowlife (lowlife) Yo, c'mon {*girl singing*} - Your dirty, crusty, ass, lowlife [Verse One] Yo, yo You got the proud to tell me, let's handle
Paff bum, that's the sound of love Paff bum, that's the way love goes Paff bum, well, I met you yesterday, yeah Paff bum and now you've gone away Pretty
Oh girl, I don't know all the reasons why I found the answer looking in your eye I go out walking all day long Take away this lonely man, soon he will
Tell me how you want me to be Then look again and you will see That I'm still the same, love Think me into any shape Your twisted mind has no escape
Takes the time to stay one place Though his clothes aren't finest lace Read the lines on a tramp's face Taking his time just like you just like me Wandering
Tramp, what you call me? Tramp, you didn't You don't wear continental clothes or Stetson hats Well, I tell you one dog-gone thing It makes me feel good
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
Tramp Have you got a quarter for me Tramp I'll even take a dime anytime Standing on a corner Living in the street I got to make a living From the people
I was born in the wagon of a travellin' show My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Preach a little gospel
Tramp Tramp Home girls, attention you must pay So listen close to what I say Don't take this as a simple rhyme 'Cause this type of thing happens all
You know I'll be the one who gets fallin' down drunk At my neighbor kids soccer game I got an '82 Fiero with a carseat in the middle Broken down on the
Straight edge yelling, drugs selling Worthless piece of shit How can you call yourself true hardcore When you can?t deal with it? You walk around like
Look at this marvelous garden washed by warm rays of the sun. Once I had roamed here until my power hasn't gone. Formerly I had been free, I had been