| My sugar is so refined
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| SHe’s one o' them high-class kind
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| she doesn’t wear a hat, he wears a chapeau
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| she goes to see a cinema, but never a show
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| My sugar is so refined
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| she’s got a real high-class mind
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| she never buys a dress, it’s always a frock
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| she always winds his timepiece up, but never his clock
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| she says «tomahto"instead of «tomayto»
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| she says «potahto"instead of «potayto»
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| Well, you should see how she holds a cup of tea
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| Just two fingers while she sticks out three
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| My sugar is so refined
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| she’s one o' them high-class kind
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| she never shares a kiss, he lets our lips unite
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| But, oh, it feels like kissin' and each kiss is dynamite
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| I wonder what he thinks of each time I hold her tight
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| Oh, she’s so refined
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| My sugar is so refined
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| She’s one o' them high-class kind
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| she never shares a kiss, she lets our lips unite
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| But, oh, it feels like kissin' and each kiss is dynamite
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| I wonder what she thinks of each time I hold her tight
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| Oh, she’s so refined
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| Oh, she’s so refined
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| She says «banahna"instead of «bananna»
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| She says «piahno"instead of «pianna»
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| And you should see how she sits on her settee
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| With cake and coffee balanced on one knee |