My Sugar Is So Refined

My sugar is so refined

He's one o' them high-class kind

He doesn't wear a hat, he wears a chapeau

He goes to see a cinema, but never a show



My sugar is so refined

He's got a real high-class mind

He never buys a dress, it's always a frock

He always winds his timepiece up, but never his clock



He says "tomahto" instead of "tomayto"

He says "potahto" instead of "potayto"

Well, you should see how he holds a cup of tea

Just two fingers while he sticks out three



My sugar is so refined

He's one o' them high-class kind

He never shares a kiss, he lets our lips unite

But, oh, it feels like kissin' and each kiss is dynamite

I wonder what he thinks of each time I hold him tight

Oh, he's so refined



He says "banahna" instead of "bananna"

He says "piahno" instead of "pianna"

And you should see how he sits on his settee

With cake and coffee balanced on one knee



My sugar is so refined

He's one o' them high-class kind

He never shares a kiss, he lets our lips unite

But, oh, it feels like kissin' and each kiss is dynamite

I wonder what he thinks of each time I hold him tight

Oh, he's so refined



Oh, he's so refined



My sugar is so refined