Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered

I'm wild again, beguiled again A simpering, whimpering child again Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I Couldn't sleep and wouldn't sleep Then love came and told me I shouldn't sleep Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I Lost my heart but what of it? He is cold, I agree He can laugh, but I love it Although the laugh's on me I'll sing to him, each spring, to him And long for the day when I cling to him Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I (You'll sing to him, each spring to him) And long for the day when I cling to him Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I