In the spring when the feeling was chronic

And my caution was leaving you flat,

I should have made use of the tonic

Before you gave me that!

A mental deficient you'll grade me.

I've given you plenty of data.

You came, you saw and you slayed me,

And that-a is that-a!



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 am I 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.



When a girl has the heart of a mother

It must go to someone, of course;

It can't be a sister or brother

And so I loved my horse.

But horses are frequently silly-

Mine ran from the beach of Kailua

And left me alone for a filly,

So I-a picked you-a.



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 am I 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.

Writer : HART, LORENZ / RODGERS, RICHARD
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Williamson Music