Bewitched

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
Bewiched 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'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 -