That Old Black Magic

That old black magic has me in its spell
That old black magic that you weave so well
Icy fingers upand down my spine
The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine
The same old tingle that I feelinside
When that elevator starts its ride
Down and down I go, round and round I go
Like a leaf that'scaught in the tide
I should stay away but what can I do
I hear your name, and I'm aflame
Aflame withsuch a burning desire
That only your kiss can put out the fire
You are the lover that I've waited for
The mate that fate had me created for
And every time your lips meet mine
Baby down and down I go, all around I go
In a spin, loving the spin that I'm in
Under that old black magic called love



Credits
Writer(s): Johnny Mercer, Harold Arlen
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