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bewitched, bothered and bewildered

by lorenz hart and richard rodgers

after one whole quart of brandy

like i daisy i 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'm wild again, beguiled again

a simpering, whimpering child again

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

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

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

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