Frank Sinatra Bewiched
I lost my heart but what of it it's my mistake I agree He can laugh and I love it although the laugh's on me. I'm wild again beguiled again a simpering whimpering child again bewihed bothered and bewildered am I I couldn't sleep and I wouldn't sleep until I could sleep where I shouldn't sleep bewiched bothered and bewildered am I Oh when he speaks he is seeking words to get off his chest horizontally is speaking he is at his very best A pill is he but still he'll be All man and I intend to keep him until he'll be bewiched bothered and bewildered just like me. After one whole quart of brandy like a daisy I awake with no Alkaselzer handy I don't even shake when are not a new sensation I've done pretty well I think But this half pint imitation keeps me on the blink. I have seen a lot I mean a lot But now I'm like sweet seventeen and bewichted bothered and bewildered am I I will sing to him each spring to him and wornship the trousers that sing to him bewiched bothered and bewildered am I I lost my heart... I'm vexed again I'm perplexed again thank god I can be oversexed again bewichted bothered and bewildered am I bewiched...
