| After one whole quart of brandy
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| Like a daisy I’ll 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
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| Am I 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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| Bewiched bothered and bewildered
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| Am I 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 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
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| When I’ll cling to him,
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| Bewitched bothered and bewildered
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| Am I.
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| He’s a fool and don’t I know it But a fool can have his charms
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| I’m in love and don’t I show it Like a babe in arms
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| I’ve sinned a lot
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| I mean a lot
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| But I’m like sweet seventeen a lot
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| Bewitched bothered and bewildered
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| 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
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| That cling to him
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| Bewitched bothered and bewildered
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| Am I When he talks
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| He is seeking
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| Words to get
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| On his chest
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| Harsh until he’s speaking
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| He’s at his very best
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| Jest again
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| Oh yes perplexed again
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| Then, God, I can be oversexed again
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| Bewitched bothered and bewildered
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| Am I |