That Old Black Magic

That Old Black Magic - Frank Sinatra (弗蘭克·辛納屈)

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

Same old witchcraft

When your eyes meet mine

The same old tingle that I feel inside

And then that elevator starts its ride

Down and down I go

Round and round I go

Like a leaf that's in caught that 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 baby

Down and down I go round and round I go

In a spin loving the spin I'm in

Under that old old black magic called love

Called love

Black magic called love