Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered

After one whole quart of brandy

Like a daisy I'll awake

With no Bromo Seltzer handy

I don't even shake

Men are not a new sensation

I've done pretty well, I think

But this half-pint imitation

Is putting me on the blink

I'm wild again

Beguiled again

A simpering, whimpering child again

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered

Am I

Couldn't sleep, and wouldn't sleep

When 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'll cling to him

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered

Am I

He's a fool and don't I know it

But a fool can have his charms

I'm in love and don't I show it

Like a babe in arms

I've sinned a lot

I'm mean a lot

But I'm like sweet seventeen a lot

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered

Am I

I'll sing to him, each spring to him

And worship the trousers that cling to him

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered

Am I

When he talks

He is seeking

Words to get

On his chest

Horizontally speaking

He's at his very best

Vexed again

Oh yes, perplexed again

Thank God, I can be oversexed again

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered

Am I