Sheôs a fool and donôt I know it,
but a fool can have her charms.
Iôm in love and donôt I show it,
like a babe in arms.
Loveôs the same old situation, lately Iôve not slept a win,
since this crazy situation has me on the blink.
Iôm wild again, beguiled again,
a whimpering, simpering child again,
bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
Couldnôt sleep, wouldnôt sleep,
when love came and told me I shouldnôt sleep,
bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
I lost my heart, but what of it ? She is cold, I agree.
She might laugh, but I love it, although the laufghôs on me.
Iôll sing to her, bring spring to her,and long for the day when Iôll cling to her,
bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
Iôll sing to her, bring spring to her,
and long for th eday when Iôll cling to her,
bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
Iôll sing to her, bring spring to her,
and long for the day when Iôll cling to her,
bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
Iôll sing to her, bring spring to her,
and long for the day when Iôll chling to her,
bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
Iôll sing to her, bring spring to her,
and long for the day when Iôll cling to her,
bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
Iôll sig to her, bring spring to her,
and long for the day when Iôll cling to her,
bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.