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,
Then the elevator
Starts it ride.
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 that name and I'm a flame.
A flame with such a burning desire,
And only your kiss, kiss, kiss
Can put out the fire.
You're the lover I've been waiting 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, lovin' the spin I'm in
Under the old black magic called love.