(L. Heart / R Rogers)
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After one whole quart of brandy
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Like a daisy I'll awake
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With no bromo-seltzer handy
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I don't even shake
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Men are not a new sensation
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I've done pretty well I think
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But this half-pint imitation
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Put me on the blink
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I'm wild again
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beguiled again
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a simpering whimpering child again
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bewitched bothered and bewildered
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Am I
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couldn't sleep, and wouldn't sleep
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when love came and told me
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I shouldn't sleep
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Bewiched bothered and bewildered
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Am I
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lost my heart, but what of it?
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he is cold, I agree
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he can laugh, but I love it
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Although the laugh's on me
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I'll sing to him, each spring to him
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And long for the day
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when I'll cling to him,
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Bewitched bothered and bewildered
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Am I.
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He's a fool and don't I know it
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But a fool can have his charms
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I'm in love and don't I show it
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like a babe in arms
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I've sinned a lot
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I mean a lot
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But I'm like sweet seventeen a lot
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bewitched bothered and bewildered
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Am I
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I'll sing to him
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Each spring to him
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And worship the trousers
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that cling to him
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Bewitched bothered and bewildered
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Am I
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When he talks
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He is seeking
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words to get
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On his chest
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Harsh until he's speaking
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he's at his very best
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jest again
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oh yes perplexed again
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then, God, I can be oversexed again
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bewitched bothered and bewildered
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Am I
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Bewitched, Bothered And Bewildered
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| Sinead O'Connor |
