| 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 |
| And then that elevator starts its ride |
| And down and down I go, round and round I go |
| Like a leaf that’s 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 the fire |
| 'Cause you are 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 the spin that I’m in |
| Under that old black magic called love |