Bewitched

He's a fool, and don't I know it
But a fool can have his charms
I'm in love and don't I show it
Like a babe in arms
Love's the same old sad sensation
Lately I've not slept a wink
Since this half-pint imitation
Put me on the blink
I'm wild again
Beguiled again
A simpering, wimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I
Couldn't sleep
I 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 long for the day I can cling to him
Bewitched, bothered and bewitched
bothered and bewitched
bothered and bewitched
Am I