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After one whole quart of brandyLike a daisy I'll awakeWith no bromo - seltzer handyI don't even shakeMen are not a new sensationI've done pretty well I thinkBut this half - pint imitationPut me on the blinkI'm wild againBeguiled againA simpering whimpering child againBewitched bothered and bewilderedAm ICouldn't sleep, and wouldn't sleepWhen love came and told meI shouldn't sleepBewiched bothered and bewilderedAm ILost my heart, but what of it?He is cold, I agreeHe can laugh, but I love itAlthough the laugh's on meI'll sing to him, each spring to himAnd long for the dayWhen I'll cling to him,Bewitched bothered and bewilderedAm I.He's a fool and don't I know itBut a fool can have his charmsI'm in love and don't I show itLike a babe in armsI've sinned a lotI mean a lotBut I'm like sweet seventeen a lotBewitched bothered and bewilderedAm II'll sing to himEach spring to himAnd worship the trousersThat cling to himBewitched bothered and bewilderedAm IWhen he talksHe is seekingWords to getOn his chestHarsh until he's speakingHe's at his very bestJest againOh yes perplexed againThen, God, I can be oversexed againBewitched bothered and bewilderedAm I