| After one whole quart of brandy
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| Like a daisy, I’m awake
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| With no Bromo-Seltzer handy
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| I don’t even shake
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| Men are not a new sensation
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| I’ve done pretty well I think
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| But this half-pint imitation
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| Put me on the blink
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| I’m wild again, beguiled again
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| A simpering, whimpering child again
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| Bewitched, bothered and bewildered — am I
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| Couldn’t sleep and wouldn’t sleep
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| When love came and told me, I shouldn’t sleep
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| Bewitched, bothered and bewildered — am I
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| Lost my heart, but what of it
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| He is cold I agree
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| He can laugh, but I love it
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| Although the laugh’s on me
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| I’ll sing to him, each spring to him
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| And long, for the day when I’ll cling to him
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| Bewitched, bothered and bewildered — am I
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| He’s a fool and don’t I know it
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| But a fool can have his charms
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| I’m in love and don’t I show it
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| Like a babe in arms
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| Love’s the same old sad sensation
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| Lately I’ve not slept a wink
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| Since this half-pint imitation
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| Put me on the blink
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| I’ve sinned a lot, I’m mean a lot
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| But I’m like sweet seventeen a lot
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| Bewitched, bothered and bewildered — am I
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| I’ll sing to him, each spring to him
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| And worship the trousers that cling to him
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| Bewitched, bothered and bewildered — am I
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| When he talks, he is seeking
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| Words to get, off his chest
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| Horizontally speaking, he’s at his very best
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| Vexed again, perplexed again
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| Thank God, I can be oversexed again
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| Bewitched, bothered and bewildered — am I
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| Wise at last, my eyes at last
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| Are cutting you down to your size at last
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| Bewitched, bothered and bewildered — no more
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| Burned a lot, but learned a lot
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| And now you are broke, so you earned a lot
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| Bewitched, bothered and bewildered — no more
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| Couldn’t eat, was dispeptic
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| Life was so hard to bear
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| Now my heart’s antiseptic
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| Since you moved out of there
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| Romance, finis. |
| Your chance, finis
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| Those ants that invaded my pants, finis
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| When he talks, he is seeking
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| Words to get, off his chest
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| Horizontally speaking, he’s at his very best
|
| Vexed again, perplexed again
|
| Thank God, I can be oversexed again
|
| Bewitched, bothered and bewildered — am I
|
| Wise at last, my eyes at last
|
| Are cutting you down to your size at last
|
| Bewitched, bothered and bewildered — no more
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| Burned a lot, but learned a lot
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| And now you are broke, so you earned a lot
|
| Bewitched, bothered and bewildered — no more
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| Couldn’t eat, was dispeptic
|
| Life was so hard to bear
|
| Now my heart’s antiseptic
|
| Since you moved out of there
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| Romance, finis. |
| Your chance, finis
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| Those ants that invaded my pants, finis
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| Bewitched, bothered and bewildered — no more |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Anita Sings the Most: Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered , by - Anita O'Day. Song from the album Four Classic Albums (Anita Sings The Most / The Lady Is A Tramp / An Evening With Anita O'Day / Anita), in the genre