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I'm wild again, beguiled again A simpering, whimpering child again Bewitched, bothered and bewildered,
am I
Couldn't sleep, and wouldn't sleep Then love came and told me, I shouldn't sleep Bewitched, 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 cling to him Bewitched, bothered
and bewildered, am I
(You'll sing to him, each spring to him) And long for the day when I cling to him Bewitched,
bothered and bewildered, am I
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