Bewitched

He's a fool and don't I know it But a fool can have his charms I'm in love, and don't I show it? Like a babe in arms Love's the same old sad sensation Lately I've not slept a wink Since this half-pint imitation Put me on the blink I'm wild again, beguiled again A simpering, whimpering child again Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I I'll sing to him, each spring to him And worship the trousers that cling to him Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am 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 After one whole quart of brandy Like a daisy, I'm awake With no Bromo-Seltzer handy I don't even shake Men are not a new sensation I've done pretty well I think But this half-pint imitation Put me on the blink I've sinned a lot, I'm mean a lot But I'm like sweet seventeen a lot Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I I'll sing to him, each spring to him And worship the trousers that cling to him Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I When he talks, he is seeking Words to get off his chest Horizontally speaking, he's at his very best Vexed again, perplexed again Thank God, I can be oversexed again Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I