Boz Scaggs Bewitched, Bothered And Bewildered
I'm wild again, beguiled again
A simpering, whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I
Couldn't sleep and wouldn't sleep
Till love came and told me I shouldn't sleep
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I
Lost my heart but what of it
She is cold, I agree
She can laugh and I love it
Although the laugh's on me
I'll sing to her, each spring to her
And long for the day I can cling to her
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I
