That Old Black Magic

That old black magic has me

in it's spell

That old black magic that you weave so well

the Icy fingers upon down my spine

The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine

The same old tingle that I feel Inside

And when

that elevator starts it's ride

And

Down and down I go

round and round I go

Like a leaf that's caught in the tide

I should stay away but what can I do

I hear your name

and I'm aflame

Aflame with such

a burning desire

That only your kiss

can put out the fire

For you are the lover that I have waited for

The mate that fate had me created for

And every time your lips meet mine

Darling

down down down I go

round round round I go

In a spin loving the spin that I'm in

Under that old black magic

called

love