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 overs*xed 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 dyspeptic 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 --- Bewitched - Sarah Vaughan and Harold Mooney & His Orchestra