That Old Black Magic
That old black magic has me in it's 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
Then the elevator starts it ride
Then down and down I go
Round and round I go
Like a leaf caught in a 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
Ah you're the lover I have waited for
Your the mate that fate had me created for
And everytime your lips meet mine
Down and down and down I go
Round and round I go
In a spin, lovin' the spin I'm in
Under the old black magic called love
Love