Pan American Boogie - The Platters

I’m wild again, beguiled again

A simpering, whimpering child again

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I

Couldn’t sleep, wouldn’t sleep

Then 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 might laugh, but I love it

Although the laugh’s on me

I’ll sing to her, bring spring to her

And long for the day when I’ll cling to her

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I