Charlie Bookout Studio Works - Tramp Lyrics

Stepped out of her hotel and eleven-thirty
And the boys she failed to impress thought she was too flirty
And if she hadn't have lost her mind
She might be a thousand more miles down the line
How can she know right from wrong when
She's always giving into temptation, disappointment turns to elation
This is what she's, this is what she's learned:

That when a fella needs to work, he works
When a fella needs to play, he plays
When a fella needs to love, he loves
But when a fella needs to be loved, who knows
Who knows, who knows, yes who knows
When a fella needs to be loved, who knows

Things always come in fours, like happiness, joy, doubt, and fear
Like the M&Ms on her floors, like the seasons of the year
Like the stages of high school, a freshman and a senior
Four's the number of the jewels on the ring around her finger
North, south, east, and west, last one always is the best
'Cause after losing her poor lover, she came to this town to find another
And he'll be the fourth one, I hope there's nothing left but fun

She walked in her front door at seven o'clock
She fell down onto the couch and slept like a rock
And if she told you the dreams she had
You'd laugh and wonder why you'd suddenly gone mad
She dreamed she brought home an adequate guy and
Then she gave into temptation, disappointment turned to elation
So that night she learned:

That when a fella needs to work, he works
When a fella needs to play, he plays
When a fella needs to love, he loves
But when a fella needs to be loved
She knows, yes she knows, she knows, yes she knows
That when a fella needs to be loved, she knows
That you gotta do it, 'cause if you don't, you know someone will