Frank DeVol & His Orchestra - My Sugar Is So Refined Lyrics
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My Sugar Is So Refined
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What Are The Lyrics For My Sugar Is So Refined By Frank DeVol & His Orchestra?
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 "bananna" He says "piahno" 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 |
Who Wrote My Sugar Is So Refined By Frank DeVol & His Orchestra?
Sidney Lippman, Sylvia Dee
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What's The Duration Of The My Sugar Is So Refined By Frank DeVol & His Orchestra?The duration of My Sugar Is So Refined is 3:02 minutes and seconds. |
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