Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered
Rod Stewart
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
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 that I cling to him
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered, am I