| 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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| Then 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 cling to him
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| Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I
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| (You'll sing to him, each Spring to him)
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| And long for the day when I cling to him
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| Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I |