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