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
The same old tingle that I feel inside
And then that elevator starts its 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
Cause you are the lover I have waited for
The mate that fate had me created for
And every time your lips meet mine, darling
Down and down I go
Round and round I go
In a spin, loving the spin that I'm in
Under that old black magic called love
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