Bewitched, Bothered And Bewildered - Rita Hayworth

After one whole quart of brandy

Like a daisy I 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 imitation

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

Until I could sleep where I shouldn’t sleep

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I

Lost my heart but what of it?

My mistake I agree

He’s a laugh, but I like it

Because the laugh’s on me

A pill he is

But still he is

All mine and I’ll keep him until he is

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered

Like me

Seen a lot

I mean I lot

But now I’m like sweet seventeen 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 off his chest

Horizontally speaking

He’s at his very best

Vexed again

Perplexed again

Thank God I can’t be over-sexed again

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I