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My sugar is so refinedSHe's one o' them high-class kindshe doesn't wear a hat, he wears a chapeaushe goes to see a cinema, but never a show My sugar is so refinedshe's got a real high-class mindshe never buys a dress, it's always a frockshe 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 teaJust two fingers while she sticks out three My sugar is so refinedshe's one o' them high-class kindshe never shares a kiss, he lets our lips uniteBut, oh, it feels like kissin' and each kiss is dynamiteI wonder what he thinks of each time I hold her tightOh, she's so refinedMy sugar is so refinedShe's one o' them high-class kindshe never shares a kiss, she lets our lips uniteBut, oh, it feels like kissin' and each kiss is dynamiteSongtexteI wonder what she thinks of each time I hold her tightOh, she's so refinedOh, she's so refinedShe says "banahna" instead of "bananna"She says "piahno" instead of "pianna"And you should see how she sits on her setteeWith cake and coffee balanced on one knee Aus Songtexte Mania