Richard Rodgers
Bewitched
I'm wild again, beguilded again
A whimpering, simpering, child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I
Couldn't sleep, wouldn't sleep
Love came and told me, I shouldn't sleep
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I

Lost my heart, but what of it?
She is cold I agree
She can laugh, but I love it
Although the laugh's on me
I'll sing to her, each spring to her
And long for the day when I came to her
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I

I lost my heart, but what of it?
She is cold I agree
She can laugh, but I love it
Although the laugh's on me
But I'll sing to her, each spring to her
And long for the day when I came to her
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I