[ Featuring June Christy, Frank DeVol & His Orchestra ]
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
