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.