He Had Refinement Songtext
von Shirley Booth

Oh, didn′t I ever tell you about my first Harry?
Oh, he's six foot three and all muscles
And he′s got thick wavy hair
And the biggest pair of brown eyes you ever saw
And kind of a deep oozy voice
If I ever seen a prince
My Harry was him
Always smelled from peppermints
His person was trim
His voice was passionate

Soulful his face was
He never took no liberties
He knew what his place was
He'd say "Pardon my gloves" politely
When he shook my hand
And he'd pass me the evening paper
When his suit was fanned
He only used four letter words
I didn′t understand


He had refinement
He′d never sit down to eat
Without his shirt was on
Or come out of the bathroom dripping
Like a dying swan
Or call a visitor a slob
Until the slob was gone
He had refinement

One time he said, "May I suggest
You call a lady's chest a chest
Instead of her points of interest"
Dainty, ain′t he?

He was shy and awful modest
'Cause he was so high-bred
When the wind blew up my bloomers
Would his face get red
He undressed with all the lights off
Until we was wed
He had refinement

He would walk next to the gutter
So I shouldn′t get hit
With a pillar he'd kill mosquitoes
So I shouldn′t get bit
Only certain kinds of exertion
For me he'd permit
He had refinement


In the water at Coney Island
Was our first embrace
When my water wings flew off
And hit him in the face
He introduced himself
Before he put them back in place
He had refinement

At Luna Park all night we sat
Our food got cold, our beer got flat
I saw what he was driving at
I should have forbid it
But I didn't

He had respect and feeling
All our married life
Just the thought that maybe he′d hurt me
Cut him like a knife
So he never mentioned that he had
Another wife
He had refinement

Refinement
A gentleman to his fingernails was he