The Old Black Magic

That old black magic has me in it's 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 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 a flame

A flame with such a burning desire...

That only your kiss can put out the fire

Well you're the lover I have waited for

The mate that fate had me created for

And every time you lips meet mine

Darling down and down I go——

Round and round I go——

In the spin...

I am in the spin I am in...

Under that old black magic... called love!