Richard Rodgers / Lorenz Hart 



I'm a sentimental sap, that's all,

what's the use of trying not to fall?

I have no will, you've 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.

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.