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SheŽs a fool and donŽt I know it,
but a fool can have her charms.
IŽm in love and donŽt I show it,
like a babe in arms.
LoveŽs the same old situation, lately IŽve not slept a win,
since this crazy situation has me on the blink.
IŽm wild again, beguiled again,
a whimpering, simpering child again,
bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
CouldnŽt sleep, wouldnŽt sleep,
when love came and told me I shouldnŽt sleep,
bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
I lost my heart, but what of it ? She is cold, I agree.
She might laugh, but I love it, although the laufghŽs on me.
IŽll sing to her, bring spring to her,and long for the day when IŽll cling to her,
bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
IŽll sing to her, bring spring to her,
and long for th eday when IŽll cling to her,
bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
IŽll sing to her, bring spring to her,
and long for the day when IŽll cling to her,
bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
IŽll sing to her, bring spring to her,
and long for the day when IŽll chling to her,
bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
IŽll sing to her, bring spring to her,
and long for the day when IŽll cling to her,
bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
IŽll sig to her, bring spring to her,
and long for the day when IŽll cling to her,
bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
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