Lyrics You Took Advantage Of Me - Bing Crosby

I'm a sentimental sap, that's all,
What's the use of trying not to fall?
I have no will; oh, you 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,
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,
'Cause You Took Advantage of Me!