My Sugar Is So Refined (1946)
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(w) Sylvia Dee (m) Sidney Lippman (P) Johnny Mercer and The Pied Pipers (CR) Nat King Cole (R) 1957 The Hi-Lo’s
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 kissin’ and each kiss is dynamite
I wonder what she thinks of each time I hold her tight
Oh, she’s so refined

[Repeat from the Bridge]
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 never shares a kiss, she lets our lips unite
But, oh, it feels like kissin’ and each kiss is dynamite
I wonder what she thinks of each time I hold her tight
Oh, she’s so refined