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.
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 worship the trousers that cling to him.
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
repeat bridge
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.
