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I'm wild again |
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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 |
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And wouldn't sleep |
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Then 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 him |
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Each Spring to him |
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And long for the day when I cling to him |
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Bewitched, bothered and bewildered, am I |
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(You'll sing to him) |
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(Each Spring to him) |
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And long for the day when I cling to him |
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Bewitched, bothered and bewildered |
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Am I... |