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


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(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