| He's a fool and I don't know it, |
| But a fool can have his charms. |
| I'm in love and I don't 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. |
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| 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. |
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| 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. |