Frank Sinatra Follow

Shes a fool and dont I know it,but a fool can have her charms.Im in love and dont I show it,like a babe in arms.Loves the same old situation, lately Ive not slept a win,since this crazy situation has me on the blink.Im wild again, beguiled again,a whimpering, simpering child again,bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.Couldnt sleep, wouldnt sleep,when love came and told me I shouldnt sleep,bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.I lost my heart, but what of it ? She is cold, I agree.She might laugh, but I love it, although the laufghs on me.Ill sing to her, bring spring to her,and long for the day when I
ll cling to her,bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.Ill sing to her, bring spring to her,and long for th eday when Ill cling to her,bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.Ill sing to her, bring spring to her,and long for the day when Ill cling to her,bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.Ill sing to her, bring spring to her,and long for the day when Ill chling to her,bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.Ill sing to her, bring spring to her,and long for the day when Ill cling to her,bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.Ill sig to her, bring spring to her,and long for the day when Ill cling to her,bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.