Mel Torme 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
Then 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 cling to him
Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I
(You'll sing to him, each Spring to him)
And long for the day when I cling to him
Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I
