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,
Same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine,
That 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 I'm aflame,
Aflame with such a burning desire,
That only your kiss can put out that fire.
For you're 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 that spin I’m in
Under that old black magic called love.
~~~~♫♫♫ ~~~~mmmm
That old black magic called love.