I'm wild again, beguiled again.
A simpering, whimpering child again.
Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I.
Could not sleep, would not sleep.
Till love came and told me I should not sleep.
Bothered and bewildered am I.
Lost my heart, so what of it?
He is cold I agree,
He can laugh, and 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.
I am bewitched, bothered, so bewildered, am I.