Im wild again
beguiled again
a simpering whimpering child again
bewitched bothered and bewildered
Am I
I couldnt sleep, and wouldnt sleep
when love came and told me
I shouldnt sleep
Bewiched 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
Because the laughs on me
Ill sing to him, each spring to him
And long for the day
when Ill cling to him,
Bewitched bothered and bewildered
Am I.
Ill sing to him, each spring to him
And long for the day
when Ill cling to him,
Bewitched bothered and bewildered
Am I.
So Bewitched bothered and bewildered
Am I.