Bewitched - Smoking Popes
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
She was cold I agree
She can laugh and I love it
Although the laugh's on me
I'll sing to her each spring to her
And long for the day
When I'll cling to her
Bewitched bothered and bewildered
Am I
Still she is
All mine and I'll keep her
Until she is
Bewitched bothered and bewildered
Like me
