I'm wild again, beguiled again
A whimpering, simpering child again
Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I
I couldn't sleep, and wouldn't sleep
For 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
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
Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered, am I
