I'm wild again

Beguiled again

simpering whimpering child again

Bewitched bothered and bewildered

I

Couldn't sleep, and wouldn't sleep

When love came and told me

I shouldn't sleep

Bewiched bothered and bewildered

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'll cling to him,

Bewitched bothered and bewildered

I

I'll sing to him

Each spring to him

And worship the trousers

That cling to him

Bewitched bothered and bewildered

I