Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bewitched, artist - Anita O'Day. Album song Les idoles du Jazz : Anita O'Day, Vol. 3, in the genre
Date of issue: 14.05.2020
Record label: MpM
Song language: English
Bewitched |
After one whole quart of brandy |
Like a daisy, I’m awake |
With no Bromo-Seltzer handy |
I don’t even shake |
Men are not a new sensation |
I’ve done pretty well I think |
But this half-pint imitation |
Put me on the blink |
I’m wild again, beguiled again |
A simpering, whimpering child again |
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered — am I |
Couldn’t sleep and wouldn’t sleep |
When 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’ll cling to him |
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered — am I |
He’s a fool and don’t I know it |
But a fool can have his charms |
I’m in love and don’t I show it |
Like a babe in arms |
Love’s the same old sad sensation |
Lately I’ve not slept a wink |
Since this half-pint imitation |
Put me on the blink |
I’ve sinned a lot, I’m mean a lot |
But I’m like sweet seventeen a lot |
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered — am I |
I’ll sing to him, each spring to him |
And worship the trousers that cling to him |
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered — am I |
When he talks, he is seeking |
Words to get, off his chest |
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 |
Burned a lot, but learned a lot |
And now you are broke, so you earned a lot |
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered — no more |
Couldn’t eat, was dispeptic |
Life was so hard to bear |
Now my heart’s antiseptic |
Since you moved out of there |
Romance, finis. |
Your chance, finis |
Those ants that invaded my pants, finis |
When he talks, he is seeking |
Words to get, off his chest |
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 |
Burned a lot, but learned a lot |
And now you are broke, so you earned a lot |
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered — no more |
Couldn’t eat, was dispeptic |
Life was so hard to bear |
Now my heart’s antiseptic |
Since you moved out of there |
Romance, finis. |
Your chance, finis |
Those ants that invaded my pants, finis |
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered — no more |