You Took Advantage of Me

You Took Advantage Of Me - Paul Whiteman/Bing Crosby (平克·勞斯)

Written by：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 ah 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 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

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