I'm wild again, beguiled again
A whimpering, simpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered, am I

Couldn't sleep, wouldn't sleep
Then 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 it, although the laugh's on me

I'll sing to him, bring spring to him
And long, for the day when I'll cling to him
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered, am I

(She'll sing to him, bring spring to him)
And long, for the day when I'll cling to him
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered, am I