Don't blame the girl She won't do you wrong The veil she wears on her long dark hair, Mary would have done Don't blame the boy He won't do you wrong The fist he shakes at the giant's face, David would have done If you turn to face your fears It will

Uh-uh (whoa) Uh-uh (yeah) In my feelings (Why do I feel this way?) (No!) Uh-uh (whoa) And I don't know why I'm even still here Can't shake it off, I've been here for years on top of years And I, I'm ready to, I'm ready to, be off of you 'Cause I admit,

Bewitched, bothered and bewildered, am I. Put me on the blink. Bewitched, bothered and bewildered, no more. After one whole quart of brandy, Like a daisy I'm awake. With no Bromo Seltzer handy, I don't even shake. Men are not a new sensation, I've done