That Old Black Magic

That Old Black Magic - Bing Crosby (平克·勞斯)/Sonny Tufts

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 witchcraft

When your eyes meet mine

The same old tingle that I feel inside

And then that elevator starts it's 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