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 shoulden´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 that I´ll cling to him.
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I"