That Old Black Magic

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 witch craft when your eyes meet mine That same old tingle that I feel inside And when that elevator starts it ride Down and down I go Round and round I go Like a leaf that’s caught in a 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 waiting for The mate fate had me created for Every time your lips meet mine Down and down I go Round round round I go In a spin, lovin' the spin I'm in Under the old black magic called love Instrumental For your the lover I have waited for The mate fate had me created for Every time your lips meet mine Darling down down I go Round and round I go In a spin, lovin' that spin I'm in Under that old black magic called love Called love Ad lib and out…