She's a fool,
and don't I know it,
But a fool can have her charms.
I'm in love, and don't I show it,
Like a babe in arms.
Love's the same old sad sensation,
Lately I've not slept a wink,
Since that half -pint imitation
Put me on the blink.
I'm wild again, beguiled again,
a sempering,
whimpering child again,
bewitched, bothered an d bewildered
am I
Couldn't sleep, wouldn't sleep
Love came and told me I
shouldn't sleep
Bewitched, bothered and be
wildered am I
Lost my heart, but what of it?
She is cold, I agree
She can laugh, and I'll love it,
although the laugh's on me
I'll sing to her, each spring to her,
and long for the day when I'll cling to her
Bewitched,
bothered and be wildered
Am I
Lost my heart, but what of it?
She is cold, I agree
She can laugh, and I love it,
although the laugh's
on me
I'll sing to her, each spring to her
And long for the day when
I'll cling to her
Bewitched,
bothered and be wildered
Am I I, bewitched, bothered and be wildered,
am I!