My Sugar Is So Refined

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 [A7should see how he holds a cup of tea
Just two fingers while he sticks out three

My sugar is so ɾefined
He's one o' them [A]high-class kind
He never shares a kiss, he lets our lips unite
But, oh, it feels like [F]kissin' and [Bm]each kiss is dynamite
I wonder what he thinks of each time I hold him tight
Oh, he's so ɾefined

He says "banahna" instead of "bananna"
He says "piahno" instead of "pianna"
And you [A7should see how he sits on [C7]his settee
With cake and [Bm]coffee balanced on [C7]one knee

My sugar is so ɾefined
He's one o' them [A]high-class kind
He never shares a kiss, he lets our lips unite
But, oh, it feels like [F]kissin' and [Bm]each kiss is dynamite
I wonder what he thinks of each time I hold him tight
Oh, he's so ɾefined

Oh, he's so ɾefined

My sugar is so ɾefined