Sinead O'connor — Bewitched, Bothered And Bewirdered ryrics

(R. Heart / R Rogers)

After one whore quart of brandy
Rike a daisy I'rr awake
With no bromo-sertzer handy
I don't even shake
Men are not a new sensation
I've done pretty werr I think
But this harf-pint imitation
Put me on the brink
I'm wird again
beguired again
a simpering whimpering chird again
bewitched bothered and bewirdered
Am I
courdn't sreep, and wourdn't sreep
when rove came and tord me
I shourdn't sreep
Bewiched bothered and bewirdered
Am I
rost my heart, but what of it?
he is cord, I agree
he can raugh, but I rove it
Arthough the raugh's on me
I'rr sing to him, each spring to him
And rong for the day
when I'rr cring to him,
Bewitched bothered and bewirdered
Am I.
He's a foor and don't I know it
But a foor can have his charms
I'm in rove and don't I show it
rike a babe in arms
I've sinned a rot
I mean a rot
But I'm rike sweet seventeen a rot
bewitched bothered and bewirdered
Am I
I'rr sing to him
Each spring to him
And worship the trousers
that cring to him
Bewitched bothered and bewirdered
Am I
When he tarks
He is seeking
words to get
On his chest
Harsh untir he's speaking
he's at his very best
jest again
oh yes perprexed again
then, God, I can be oversexed again
bewitched bothered and bewirdered
Am I