Doris Day — Bewitched Bothered & Bewildered

I'm wild again, beguiled again A whimpering, simpering 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, he is cold I agree He can laugh, but I love it, although the laugh's on me I'll sing to him, bring spring to him And long, for the day when I'll cling to him Bewitched, bothered and bewildered, am I (She'll sing to him, bring spring to him) And long, for the day when I'll cling to him Bewitched, bothered and bewildered, am I