Like a daisy I'll 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
Bewiched 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
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 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
On his chest
Harsh until he's speaking
He's at his very best
Jest again
Oh yes perplexed again
Then, God, I can be oversexed again
Bewitched bothered and bewildered
Am I
After one whole quart of brandy Like a daisy I'll 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 Bewiched 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 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 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 On his chest Harsh until he's speaking He's at his very best Jest again Oh yes perplexed again Then, God, I can be oversexed again Bewitched bothered and bewildered Am I Explain Request ×
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