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 "banana"
He says "piano" 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