Yes.

I'm wild again
Beguiled again
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
Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I

...

I've sinned a lot
I mean a lot
But I'm like a 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