Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bewitched Bothered and Bewildered, artist - Anita O'Day. Album song Highway Jazz, Vol. 1, in the genre Date of issue: 19.07.2011
Record label: MusiKazoo
Song language: English
Bewitched Bothered and Bewildered |
| 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 |