Bewitched - Joey McIntyre

I’m wild again, beguilded again

A whimpering, simpering, child again

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered — am I

Couldn’t sleep, 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, each spring to her

And long for the day when I came to her

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered — am I

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

But I’ll sing to her, each spring to her

And long for the day when I came to her

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered — am I

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered — am I