I'm wild again, beguiled again A simpering, whimpering child again Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am i
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 what of it? Although the laugh's on me
I'll sing to him, each spring to him And long for the days when I'll cling to him Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am i Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am i
Printer Friendly Version
