(Cole Porter) 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. Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I. Bridge: 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'll cling to him - Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I, Coda: Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.