My Sugar Is So Refined - Nat King Cole Trio

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 «banana»

He says «piano» 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