Lyrics

I'm a sentimental sap, that's all, What's the use of trying not to fall? I have no will; oh, you made your kill, 'Cause You Took Advantage of Me! I'm just like an apple on a bough, And you're gonna shake me down somehow. So what's the use? You've cooked my goose, 'Cause You Took Advantage of Me! I'm so hot and bothered that I don't know My elbow from my ear, Suffer something awful each time you go, Much worse when you're near! Here I am with all my bridges burned, Just a babe in arms where you're concerned, So lock the doors and call me, 'Cause You Took Advantage of Me!
Writer(s): Richard Rodgers, Lorenz Hart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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