| After one whole quart of brandy
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| Like a daisy I 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
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| 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
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| And wouldn’t sleep
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| Until I could sleep where 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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| My mistake I agree
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| He’s a laugh, but I like it
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| Because the laugh’s on me
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| A pill he is
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| But still he is
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| All mine and I’ll keep him until he is
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| Bewitched, bothered and bewildered
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| Like me
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| Seen a lot
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| I mean I lot
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| But now 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
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| 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
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| He’s at his very best
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| Vexed again
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| Perplexed again
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| Thank God I can’t be over-sexed again
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| Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I |