That Old Black Magic

That old black magic has me

In its spell

That old black magic that you

Weave so well

Those icy fingers

Up and down my spine

The same old witchcraft

When your eyes meet mine

The same old tingle

That I feel inside

And then that elevator

Starts its ride

And down and down I go

Round and round I go

Like a leaf caught in the tide

I should stay away

But what can I do

I hear your name

And Im aflame

A flame with such a burning desire

That only your kiss

Can put out the fire

For youve the lover

I have waited for

Youve the mate

That fate had me created for

And every time

Your lips meet mine

Darling down and down I go

Round and round I go

In a spin

Loving the spin Im in

Under that old black magic

Called love