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
That same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine

That same old tingle that I feel inside
Then that elevator starts its ride
Down and down I go
'Round and 'round I go
Like a leaf that's caught up in the tide

I should stay away, but what can I do?
I hear your name, and I'm a flame
A flame, such a burnin' desire
Only your kiss can put out the fire
For your lover I have waited for
The mate that fate had me created for
And every time your lips meet mine

Down, down, down I go
'Round and 'round I go
In a spin, lovin' the spin I'm in
Under that old black magic called love

That old black magic called love



Credits
Writer(s): Johnny Mercer, Harold Arlen
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