then / after
There's two halves of me at war. The right half of me wants to be idle, and let everyone do what they choose to do, and not get in their way. When I sit down to do work at my computer, it's my right hand that reaches for the mouse and automatically goes to some of the web-sites I have bookmarked. The right half of me thinks that everything will work itself out in the end, and if they don't..... The left half of me is the unchartered territory of my psyche. It's the half that is rarely seen, or used. It's the half of me that wants to explore, discover, and be discovered. It's the half of me that not only wants to let people do what they want, but at the same time do what's right for me and let them all sort out their problems without dragging me into it. It's not that I hate Them, just one of Them in particular. I don't suppose I'll write about who it is or why, because it's just not nice if I do. A semi-public forum is not the place to talk about such things. I suppose I should feel bad that I hate this person, immediate remorse and guilt is probably what most people would feel. Some probably couldn't even conceive of the idea of hating that type of person, I know, I'm friends with them. I'm not them however. I can't be someone I'm not, just so people can feel better about themselves. It doesn't work that way, it never will. 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 Beguilded 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 can't laugh, but I love it, Although 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 oversexed again Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I. Wise at last My eyes at last Are cutting you down to your size at last Bewitched, bothered and bewildered no more. Burned a lot But learned a lot And now you are broke, though you earned a lot Bewitched, bothered and bewildered no more. Couldn't eat Was dyspeptic Life was so hard to bear; Now my heart's antiseptic Since you moved out of there. Romance-Finis Your chance-finis Those ants that invaded my pants-finis Bewitched, bothered and bewildered no more. Ella Fitzgerald, Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered.
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