After one whole quart of brandy
Like a daisy Ill awake
With no Bromo-Seltzer handy
I dont even shake
Men are not a new sensation
Ive done pretty well, I think
But this half-pint imitations
Put me on the blink
Im wild again, beguiled again
A simpering whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered
Am I
Couldnt sleep, and wouldnt sleep
When love came and told me
I shouldnt 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 laughs on me
Ill sing to him, each spring to him
And long for the day
When Ill cling to him
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered
Am I
Hes a fool and dont I know it
But a fool can have his charms
Im in love and dont I show it
Like a babe in arms
Ive sinned a lot, I mean a lot
But Im like sweet 17, a lot
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered
Am I
Ill 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
Horizontally speaking
Hes at his very best
Vexed again
Oh, yes, perplexed again
Thank God, I can be oversexed again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered
Am I