Bewitched

After one whole quart of brandy, Like a daisy I 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 imitation 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 Until I could sleep where I shouldn’t sleep
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
Lost my heart but what of it? My mistake I agree.
He’s a laugh, but I love it Because the laugh’s on me.
A pill he is But still he is All mine and I’ll keep him until he is
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered like me.
Seen a lot I mean a lot! But now I’m like sweet seventeen 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 off his chest.
Horizontally speaking, He’s at his very best.
Vexed again, Perplexed again, Thank God I can be over-sexed again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
Sweet again, Petite again, And on my proverbial seat again.
Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered am I.
What am I? Half shot am I. To think that he loves me, So hot am I.
Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered am I.
Though at first we said, «No, sir.» Now we’re two little dears.
You might say we are closer Than Roebuck is to Sears
I’m dumb again And numb again, A rich, ready, ripe little plum again.
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.