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Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I. Lost my heart, but what of it? She is cold, I agree. She might laugh, but I love it. Although the laugh's on me. I'll sing to her, bring spring to her. And long for the day when I'll cling to her. Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
Are cutting you down to your size at last. Bewitched, bothered and bewildered no more. Burned a lot, but learned a lot. And now you are broke, so you earned a lot. Bewitched, bothered and bewildered no more. Couldn't eat, was dyspeptic. Life was so hard to bear. Now my heart's antiseptic since you moved out of there.
After one whole quart of brandy Like a daisy, I'm 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 When love came and told me, I shouldn't ...
Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I Couldn't sleep and wouldn't sleep Love came and told me I shouldn't sleep Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I Lost my heart, but what of it? She is cold, I agree She can laugh, but I love it Although the laugh's on me I'll sing to her, bring spring to her And long for the day when I'll cling to her
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered, am I 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 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
Hace 4 días · But I'm like sweet seventeen a lot. Enfeitiçada, incomodada e desnorteada estou. Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I. Cantarei para ele, cada primavera para ele. I'll sing to him, each spring to him. E venerar as calças que se agarram a ele. And worship the trousers that cling to him.
Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I. Lost my heart, but what of it? She is cold, I agree. She might laugh, but I love it. Although the laugh's on me. I'll sing to her, bring spring to her. And long for the day when I'll cling to her. Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
