Introd: 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? She is cold, I agree; She can laugh, but 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, Coda: Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I. Gravada também por Mel Tormé