Boz Scaggs Bewitched, Bothered And Bewildered ^{Ожидает модерации}

(Intro: 4 slow measures)

I'm wild again, beguiled again
A simpering, whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered, am I

Couldn't sleep, and wouldn't sleep
Till love came and told me, I shouldn't sleep
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered, am I

Lost my heart, but what of it
She is cold, I agree
She can laugh, and I love it
Although the laugh's on me

I'll sing to her, each spring to her
And long for the day I can cling to her
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered, am I

(Outro: 4 measures)