(Richard Rodgers/Lorentz Hart)
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
