But She is a Lady

 She is a lady and I am the tramp that got stepped on on the street.

She is a lady and I am the tramp that is waiting for pennies to fill his old hat.

She is a lady and I am the tramp that keeps staring at her in awe.

She is a lady and I am the tramp that adores her in secret. Knowing my place. Never dared to look at her eyes when she looked in my direction. Tell my heart to calm down when she grabbed my hand.

Cause she's a lady.

She's a lady.

She's a—

And I am a tramp.

Live in the slum where the hopeless try to live.

Smell and dirty.

Far far away from the touch of the sun.

Shutting my shameless heart when it dreams for a chanceless dream.

I can't shut my heart this time.

It was beating like a heavy rain hitting a zinc roof when we breathed the same air. Beats for the small chance of the seemingly chanceless dream.

But she's a lady.

Oh, if only we could be reborn.

Then probably I would be able to stare at your eyes, and my heart will not be sinned to beat in your presence.

Oh, if only we could be reborn.

Then probably I would be able to hold your hand without afraid of shaming your graceful self, and it wouldn't be shameless for me to dream for having you for the rest of my life.

Oh, if only we could be reborn.

In a world where I am not a tramp, and you are not a lady of a family.

Inspired by "Lady and the Tramp" by Disney
but also kinda inspired from "Line Without a Hook" by Ricky Montgomery