that's why Piquenina is a tramp

I get too hungry, for dinner at eight

I love the theater, but never come late

I never bother, with people I hate

I love the free, fresh wind in my hair

Life without care

I'm broke, but it's o'k

I like the green grass under my shoes, what can I lose?

I'm flat! That's that! I'm all alone when I lower my lamp

Won't play Scarlett in "Gone With the Wind"

I like to hang my hat where I please, sail with the breeze.

I'm not so hot but my shape is my own

I wouldn't know what the Ritz is about.

I drop a nickel and coffee comes out:

I like the sweet fresh rain in my face.

Diamonds and lace - no got, so what?