That Old Black Magic
Bobby Rydell
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
When that elevator starts its ride
Darling, down and down I go, round and round I go
Like a leaf that's caught in a tide
Yeah 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, kiss can put out the fire
Well you're the lover that I have waited for
You're the mate that fate had me created for
And every time your lips meet mine
Yeow, down and down I go, and round and round I go,
In a spin, loving the spin that I'm in
Under that old black magic called love
Let's sing, one more time...
Yeah, down and down I go, and round and round I go,
I'm in a spin, loving the spin that I'm in
Under that old, old, old black magic called love
Yeah under that old, old, old black magic called love...