Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered (Live at the Bon Soir, Greenwich Village, NYC - Nov. 6, 1962)

[spoken]

Well, yeah

That's good

[sung]

I’m wild again, beguiled again

A simpering, whimpering child again

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I

Could not sleep, would not sleep

'Til love came and told me I should not sleep

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I

Lost my heart, so what of it?

He was cold, I agree

He can laugh and 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

I am bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I