written by Lorenz Hart and Richard Rodgers

© 1928 Warner Brothers Music (ASCAP)



I'm a sentimental sap that's all

What's the use of trying not to fall

I have no will, 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 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

I suffer something awful each time you go

And 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 yours

'Cause you took advantage of me

 

I'm so hot and bothered that I don't know

My elbow from my ear

I suffer something awful each time you go

And 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 yours

'Cause you took advantage of me

Yeah you took advantage of me

Oh you took advantage of me