I'm wild again, beguiled again, a simpering, whimpering child again. Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I. Couldn't sleep and 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, each spring to him, and long for the day when I cling to him. Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I. You'll sing to him, each spring to him, and long for the day when I cling to him. Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I.