I'm wild again, beguiled again
  A simpering, whimpering child again
  Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I
  
  I couldn't sleep, and wouldn't sleep
  When 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 what of it?
  Although the laugh's on me
  
  I'll sing to him, each spring to him
  And long for the days when I'll cling to him
  Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I
  Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I