She´s a fool and don´t I know it,
but a fool can have her charms.
I´m in love and don´t I show it,
like a babe in arms.
Love´s the same old situation, lately I´ve not slept a win,
since this crazy situation has me on the blink.
I´m wild again, beguiled again,
a whimpering, simpering child again,
bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
Couldn´t sleep, wouldn´t sleep,
when love came and told me I shouldn´t sleep,
bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
I lost my heart, but what of it ? She is cold, I agree.
She might laugh, but I love it, although the laufgh´s on me.
I´ll sing to her, bring spring to her,and long for the day when I´ll cling to her,
bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
I´ll sing to her, bring spring to her,
and long for th eday when I´ll cling to her,
bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
I´ll sing to her, bring spring to her,
and long for the day when I´ll cling to her,
bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
I´ll sing to her, bring spring to her,
and long for the day when I´ll chling to her,
bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
I´ll sing to her, bring spring to her,
and long for the day when I´ll cling to her,
bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
I´ll sig to her, bring spring to her,
and long for the day when I´ll cling to her,
bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
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