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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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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 to him, 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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Instrumental interlude |
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(You'll sing to him, 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 |