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“You do something to me,
Something that simply mystifies me.
Tell me, why should it be?
You have the power to hypnotize me.
Let me live 'neath your spell.
You do that voodoo that you do so well.
For you do something to me,
That nobody else can do.
Let me live 'neath your spell.
You do that voodoo that you do so well
For you do something to me
That nobody else can do.
That nobody else can do.”
He stares fixedly at her until her laugh rings out like a bell, the sound warming him after her haunting voice had sung the song in a low tone.
“I’ve always liked Cole Porter. Seems silly not to.”
He rises to stand near her and her expression changes. “But perhaps this one says more of what I am feeling...”
Her glistening lips part and her voice clearly says each word.
“After one whole quart of brandy,
Like a daisy I awake.
With no Bromo Seltzer handy,
I don't even shake.
Men are not a new sensation;
I've done pretty well, I think.
But this half-pint imitation,
Put me on the blink.
I'm wild again,
Beguiled again,
A simpering, whimpering child again.
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
Couldn't sleep,
And wouldn't sleep,
Until I could sleep where I shouldn't sleep.
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
Lost my heart but what of it?
My mistake I agree.
he's a laugh, but I like it,
because the laugh's on me.
A pill he is,
But still he is,
All mine and I'll keep him until he is.
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered,
Like me.
Seen a lot,
I mean I lot,
But now I'm like sweet seventeen a lot.
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
I'll sing to him,
Each spring to him,
And worship the trousers that cling to him.
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
When he talks he is seeking,
Words to get off his chest.
Horizontally speaking,
He's at his very best.
Vexed again,
Perplexed again,
Thank God I can't be over-sexed again.
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
Her voice fades and she smiles slowly, her eyes showing vulnerability. “What do you think?”
“Doesn’t the song actually end badly?” He sees her figure start to shimmer.
“No, wait! Don’t go!”
“Doesn’t everything end badly?” Her face clearly distressed before evaporating away to nothingness.
Something that simply mystifies me.
Tell me, why should it be?
You have the power to hypnotize me.
Let me live 'neath your spell.
You do that voodoo that you do so well.
For you do something to me,
That nobody else can do.
Let me live 'neath your spell.
You do that voodoo that you do so well
For you do something to me
That nobody else can do.
That nobody else can do.”
He stares fixedly at her until her laugh rings out like a bell, the sound warming him after her haunting voice had sung the song in a low tone.
“I’ve always liked Cole Porter. Seems silly not to.”
He rises to stand near her and her expression changes. “But perhaps this one says more of what I am feeling...”
Her glistening lips part and her voice clearly says each word.
“After one whole quart of brandy,
Like a daisy I awake.
With no Bromo Seltzer handy,
I don't even shake.
Men are not a new sensation;
I've done pretty well, I think.
But this half-pint imitation,
Put me on the blink.
I'm wild again,
Beguiled again,
A simpering, whimpering child again.
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
Couldn't sleep,
And wouldn't sleep,
Until I could sleep where I shouldn't sleep.
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
Lost my heart but what of it?
My mistake I agree.
he's a laugh, but I like it,
because the laugh's on me.
A pill he is,
But still he is,
All mine and I'll keep him until he is.
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered,
Like me.
Seen a lot,
I mean I lot,
But now I'm like sweet seventeen a lot.
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
I'll sing to him,
Each spring to him,
And worship the trousers that cling to him.
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
When he talks he is seeking,
Words to get off his chest.
Horizontally speaking,
He's at his very best.
Vexed again,
Perplexed again,
Thank God I can't be over-sexed again.
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
Her voice fades and she smiles slowly, her eyes showing vulnerability. “What do you think?”
“Doesn’t the song actually end badly?” He sees her figure start to shimmer.
“No, wait! Don’t go!”
“Doesn’t everything end badly?” Her face clearly distressed before evaporating away to nothingness.