Bewitched - Dorothy Squires

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 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

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