Mel Tormé
Bewitched
I'm wild again, beguiled again
A simpering, whimpering 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?
She is cold, I agree
She might laugh but I love it
Although the laugh's on me

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