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.

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 a flame,

a flame 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 ev'ry 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.