Bewitched, Bothered And Bewildered

After one whole quart of brandy
Like a daisy I 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
Until I could sleep where I shouldn’t sleep
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I

Lost my heart but what of it?
My mistake I agree
He’s a laugh, but I like it
Because the laugh’s on me
A pill he is
But still he is
All mine and I’ll keep him until he is
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered
Like me

Seen a lot
I mean I lot
But now 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’t be over-sexed again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I