Jo Stafford Bewitched
I'm wild again, beguiled again
A simpering, whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I.
Couldn't sleep, & 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 when I'll cling to him.
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 when I'll cling to him.
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I.
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I.
