I'm wild again, beguiled again
  A simpering, whimpering child again
  Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I
  
  Couldn't sleep and wouldn't sleep
  Then 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 cling to him
  Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I
  
  You'll sing to him, each Spring to him
  And long for the day when I cling to him
  Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I