You Took Advantage Of Me

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.