Bewitched
Miska Thomé
I'm wild again
Beguiled again
A simpering wimpering 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 this?
He is cold, I agree
He can laugh, but I love it
Although the laughs 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
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 this?
He is cold, I agree
He can laugh, but I love it
Although the laughs 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