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



Same old tingle that I feel inside

And then that elevator starts its ride

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 I'm a flame

A flame, of burning desire



That only your kiss, kiss, kiss

Can put out the fire

For your the lover I have waited for

The mate that fate had me created for



And every time your lips meet mine

Baby down and down I go, round and round I go

In a spin, lovin' that spin I'm in

Under that old black magic called love



Love, love, love, love.