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Sinead O Connor Bewitched Bothered And Bewildered

a simpering whimpering 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 Bewiched bothered and bewildered

a simpering whimpering 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 Bewiched bothered and bewildered

for the day when I'll cling to him Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I (He is so bewitched and so am I)