Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered Rodgers and Hart, Pal Joey, Doris Day (#9 in 1950)

She's a fool and don't I know it, but a fool can have her charms;
I'm in love and don't I show it, like a babe in arms.
Love's the same old sad sensation, lately I've not slept a wink,
Since this half-pint imitation, put me on the blink.
 
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 it?; she is cold I agree,
She can laugh, but I love it, Although the laugh's on me.
 
I'll sing to her, each spring to her,
And long for the day when I'll cling to her,
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.