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BEWITCHED.
I'm haunted—I'm haunted—I'm really enchanted;
O witches, I thought that your days were no more;
But the way that you're going on with me is showing,
Poor devils, we're treated now just as of yore.
Kitty, Kitty, have you no pity?
Why can't you, wicked one, leave me alone?
Day and night nevermore, now have I evermore,
Through you, a moment I'm calling my own.
O witches, I thought that your days were no more;
But the way that you're going on with me is showing,
Poor devils, we're treated now just as of yore.
Kitty, Kitty, have you no pity?
Why can't you, wicked one, leave me alone?
Day and night nevermore, now have I evermore,
Through you, a moment I'm calling my own.
I'm haunted—I'm haunted—I'm wholly enchanted;
I can't do a thing, but you're plaguing me still.
If I try to be reading, how can I be heeding
The book, when your eyes are there, do what I will?
Kitty, Kitty, here in the city,
Busy in crowds—in the country, alone—
Eating or drinking now—working or thinking now,
Through you, I can't call a minute my own.
I can't do a thing, but you're plaguing me still.
If I try to be reading, how can I be heeding
The book, when your eyes are there, do what I will?
Kitty, Kitty, here in the city,
Busy in crowds—in the country, alone—
Eating or drinking now—working or thinking now,
Through you, I can't call a minute my own.
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O how I'm haunted, witched and enchanted!
Never a fellow so pestered could be!
And, to my wonder, so fast I am under
Your spells, if I could—no, I wouldn't be free.
Kitty, Kitty, don't you have pity
On me! O dearest, don't leave me alone!
Day and night, nevermore, let me for evermore
Have, dear, a moment that isn't your own!
Never a fellow so pestered could be!
And, to my wonder, so fast I am under
Your spells, if I could—no, I wouldn't be free.
Kitty, Kitty, don't you have pity
On me! O dearest, don't leave me alone!
Day and night, nevermore, let me for evermore
Have, dear, a moment that isn't your own!
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