That Old Black Magic

Written by: Harold Arlen / John H. 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
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 caught in the tide
I should stay away
But what can I do
I hear your name
And Iím aflame
A flame with such a burning desire
That only your kiss
Can put out the fire
For youíre the lover
I have waited for
Youíre 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 Iím in
Under that old black magic
Called love

Submitted by Katie

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