Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered

After one whole quart of brandy Like a daisy I'll awake With no Bromo-Seltzer handy I don't even shake Men are not a new sensation I've done pretty well, I think But this half-pint imitations Put me on the blink 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 Bewiched, 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'll cling to him Bewitched, bothered and bewildered Am I He's a fool and don't I know it But a fool can have his charms I'm in love and don't I show it Like a babe in arms I've sinned a lot, I mean a lot But I'm like sweet 17, a lot Bewitched, bothered and bewildered Am I I'll sing to him, each spring to him And worship the trousers that cling to him Bewitched, bothered and bewildered Am I When he talks, he is seeking Words to get on his chest Horizontally speaking He's at his very best Vexed again Oh, yes, perplexed again Thank God, I can be oversexed again Bewitched, bothered and bewildered Am I