But a fool can have her charms.
I'm in love, and don't I show it,
Love's the same old sad sensation,
Lately I've not slept a wink,
Since that half -pint imitation
I'm wild again, beguiled again,
bewitched, bothered an d bewildered
Couldn't sleep, wouldn't sleep
Bewitched, bothered and be
Lost my heart, but what of it?
She can laugh, and I'll 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
Lost my heart, but what of it?
She can laugh, and I love it,
I'll sing to her, each spring to her
And long for the day when
Am I I, bewitched, bothered and be wildered,
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