Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered (Live at the Bon Soir, Greenwich Village, NYC - Nov. 6, 1962)

[spoken]
Well, yeah
That's good

[sung]
I’m wild again, beguiled again
A simpering, whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I

Could not sleep, would not sleep
'Til love came and told me I should not sleep
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I

Lost my heart, so what of it?
He was cold, I agree
He can laugh and I love it
Although the laugh's on me

I’ll sing to him, each spring to him
And long for the day when I'll cling to him
I am bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I