That Old Black Magic

That Old Black Magic - Glen Miller/Skip Nelson/The Modernaires

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

That 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

For you're 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 I'm in

Under that old black magic called love