(RodgersHart)

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

Love's the same old sad sensation

Lately I've not slept a week

Since this half pint imitation's

Put me on the blink



I'm wild again, beguiled again

A simpering whimpering child again

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I



I couldn't sleep and wouldn't sleep

Until love came and told me I shouldn't sleep

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I



Oh I lost my heart but what of it

He is home I am free

Oh but he can laugh and I love it

Although the laugh's on me



I'll sing to him, each spring to him

And worship the trousers that cling to him

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I



I'll sing to him, each spring to him

And long for the day I'll cling to him

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I