That Old Black Magic

(Harold Arlen/Johnny Mercer)



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