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After one whole quart of brandy |
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Like a daisy, I'm awake |
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With no bromo-seltzer handy |
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I don't even shake |
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Men are not a new sensation |
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I've done pretty well I think |
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But this half-pint imitation |
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Put me on the blink |
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I'm wild again, beguiled again |
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A simpering, whimpering child again |
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Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I |
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Couldn't sleep and wouldn't sleep |
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When love came and told me I shouldn't sleep |
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Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I |
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Lost my heart, but what of it |
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He is cold I agree |
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He can laugh, but I love it |
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Although the laugh's on me |
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I'll sing to him, each spring to him |
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And long for the day when I'll cling to him |
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Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I |
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He's a fool and don't I know it |
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But a fool can have his charms |
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I'm in love and don't I show it |
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Like a babe in arms |
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Love's the same old sad sensation |
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Lately I've not slept a wink |
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Since this half-pint imitation |
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Put me on the blink |
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I've sinned a lot; I'm mean a lot |
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But I'm like sweet seventeen a lot |
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Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I |
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I'll sing to him, each spring to him |
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And worship the trousers that cling to him |
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Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I |
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When he talks, he is seeking |
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Words to get off his chest |
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Horizontally speaking, he's at his very best |
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Vexed again, perplexed again |
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Thank God, I can be oversexed again |
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Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I |
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Wise at last, my eyes at last |
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Are cutting you down to your size at last |
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Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered no more |
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Burned a lot, but learned a lot |
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And now you are broke, so you earned a lot |
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Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered no more |
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Couldn't eat, was dyspeptic |
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Life was so hard to bear |
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Now my heart's antiseptic |
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Since you moved out of there |
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Romance, finis, your chance, finis |
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Those ants that invaded my pants, finis |
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Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered no more |
