Richard rodgers / lorenz hart
Im a sentimental sap, thats all,
Whats the use of trying not to fall?
I have no will, youve made your kill
cause you took advantage of me.
Im just like an apple on a bough
And youre gonna shake me down somehow,
So whats the use, youve cooked my goose
cause you took advantage of me.
Im so hot and bothered that I dont know
My elbow from my ear.
I suffer something awful each time you go
And much worse when youre near.
Here I am with all my bridges burned,
Just a babe in arms where youre concerned,
So lock the doors and call me yours
cause you took advantage of me.