That Old Black Magic

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 its ride
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 that name, and I'm aflame
Aflame 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 mе created for
And evеry 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