Smoking Popes bewitched bothered and bewildered

I'm wild again, beguiled again
A whimpering, simpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered
Could not sleep, would not sleep
Love came and whispered I should not sleep
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered
Lost my heart, so what of it?
She was cold, I agree
She can laugh and I love it
Although the laugh's on me
I'll sing to her, each spring to her
And long for the day when I cling to her
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered
Pill she is, still she is
All mine and I'll keep her until she is
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered
Like me