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My sugar is so refined
She’s one of them high-class kind
She doesn't wear a hat, she wears a chapeau
She goes to see a cinema, instead of a show

My sugar is so refined
She’s one of them high-class kind
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"
And you should see how she holds a cup of tea
With just two fingers while she sticks out three

My sugar is so refined
She’s one of them high-class kind
She never shares a kiss, She let our lips unite
But, oh, it feels like kissin' and each kiss is dynamite
I wonder what she thinks of every time I hold her tight
Ooh, she’s so refined

She says "banahna" instead of "banana"
She says "piano" instead of "pianna"
And you should see how she sits on her settee
With just coffee and cake balanced on one knee

My sugar is so refined
She’s one of them high-class kind
Though I get all wept up, I start to blow my top
When she starts talk fine talk, and I think she’ll never stop
But last night when I kissed her, she suddenly yelled „Mop, Mop!”
My sugar is soo refined,
My, my

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