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
