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 when 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 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



Round and round I go



In a spin, loving the spin that I'm in



Under that old black magic called love



That old black magic called love