Bewitched

(Richard Rodgers/Lorentz Hart)



I'm wild again, beguiled again



A simpering, whimpering child again



Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I



I couldn't sleep, and 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 what of it?



Although the laugh's on me



I'll sing to him, each spring to him



And long for the days when I'll cling to him



Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I



Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I