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.
For you're 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 I'm in, under that old black magic called
love.
