That Old Black Magic

That old black magic has me
in its spell
That old black magic that you weave so well
the Icy fingers upon 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 thats caught in the tide
I should stay away but what can I do
I hear your name
and Im aflame
Aflame with such
a burning desire
That only your kiss
can put out the fire
For you are the lover that I have waited for
The mate that fate had me created for
And every time your lips meet mine
Darling
down down down I go
round round round I go
In a spin loving the spin that Im in
Under that old black magic
called
love