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That Old Black Magic - Margaret Whiting
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
The same old tingle that I feel inside
And then the elevator starts it ride
And down and down I go
Round and round I go
Like a leaf that caught in a tide
I should stay away but what can I do
I hear your name and I'm a flame
Flame with such burning desire
That only your kiss can put out the fire
Oh you're the lover I have waiting for
The mate that fate had me created for
And every time 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