Af ter one whole quart of brandy,
With no Bromo seltzer handy,
Mamma, not a new sensation
But this half -pint imitation
I'm wild again, begun again
A simpering, whimpering child again
bothered and bewildered am I
Couldn't sleep and wouldn't sleep
Until I could sleep when I
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered
He's a laugh, but I love it
Because the laughs are near
Uphill he is, but still he is all mine,
and I'll keep him until he is bereaved,
rather than welded like me.
I've a lot, I'm in a lot,
but now I'm like sweet seventeen, a lot,
battered and murdered, am I?
I'll sing to him, each spring to him,
bothered and be wildered am I.
When he talks, he's seeking word
Vexed again, perplexed again
Thank God I can be oversexed again,
Sweet again, pitied again,
and on my proverbial seat again.
bothered and bewildered am I
To think that he loves me so hard am I
I'd be a witch, but I'm a builder,
Though at first we said no, sir,
now we're two little dears
You might say we are closer
I'm dumb again and numb again
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