Bewitched کے بول

I'm wild again Beguiled again A simpering wimpering child again Bewitched, bothered and bewildered Am I Couldn't sleep, and wouldn't sleep When love came and told me I shouldn't sleep Bewitched, bothered and bewildered Am I Lost my heart, but what of this? He is cold, I agree He can laugh, but I love it Although the laughs on me I'll sing to him Each spring to him And long for the day When I cling to him Bewitched, bothered and bewildered Am I Couldn't sleep, and wouldn't sleep When love came and told me I shouldn't sleep Bewitched, bothered and bewildered Am I Lost my heart, but what of this? He is cold, I agree He can laugh, but I love it Although the laughs on me I'll sing to him Each spring to him And long for the day When I cling to him Bewitched, bothered and bewildered Am I