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