My Sugar Is So Refined

My sugar is so refined SHe's one o' them high-class kind She doesn't wear a hat, she 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