My Sugar Is So Refined Lyrics

Johnny Mercer


publisher: ©Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Sidney Lippman, Sylvia Dee
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length: 2:43
drums: Nick Fatool
reeds: Lenny Hartman, Eddie Miller, Artie Quenzer, Hap Lawson, Julian "Matty" Matlock, Fred Stulce
piano: Charles LaVere
guitar: Dave Barbour
bass: Jack Ryan
trumpet: Bruce Hudson, Charles Griffard, Ray Woods, Ray Linn
trombone: Allan Thompson, Bill Schaefer, Elmer Smithers
performing orchestra: Paul Weston & His Orchestra
vocal: June Hutton, Clarke Yocum, Hal Hopper, Chuck Lowry, The Pied Pipers

My sugar is so refined
SHe's one o' them high-class kind
she doesn't wear a hat, he 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 his timepiece up, but never his 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, 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 her tight
Oh, she's so refined

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
Oh, she's so refined

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

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