My Sugar Is So Refined

(album: Capitol Presents Johnny Mercer, Vol. 2 - 1954)

My sugar is so refined
She's one o' them high-class kind
She doesn't wear a hat, she wears a chapeau
She goes to see a cinema, but never a show

My sugar is so refined
She's got a real high-class mind
She never buys a dress, it's always a frock
She always winds her timepiece up, but never her clock

She says "tomahto" instead of "tomayto"
She says "potahto" instead of "potayto"
Well, you should see how she holds a cup of tea
Just two fingers while she sticks out three

My sugar is so refined
She's one o' them high-class kind
She never shares a kiss, she lets our lips unite
But, oh, it feels like kissing and each kiss is dynamite
I wonder what she thinks of each time I hold her tight
Oh, she's so refined

My sugar is real refined
Got the finest kind of mind
She never eats a meal, she dines or sups
And dogs are little canine friends, they're never pups

She says "banahna" instead of "bananna"
She says "piahno" instead of "pianna"
And you should see how she sits on her settee
With cake and coffee balanced on one knee

My sugar is so refined
She's one o' them high-class kind
She acts just like her name is Mrs Vanderloo
And though I love her, and we'll be married soon
I wonder what she'll do when we're on our honeymoon
Oh, she's so refined