bewitched bothered and bewildered

Barbra Streisand

I m wild again, beguiled again
A simpering, whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I...
Could not sleep, would not sleep
Till love came and told me I should not sleep
Bothered and bewildered am I...
Lost my heart, so what of it?
He was cold, I agree,
He can laugh and I love it
Although the laugh s on me;
I ll sing to him, each spring to him
And long for the day when I ll cling to him,