That Old Black Magic

That Old Black Magic - The Platters

Written by：Arlen Mercer

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

All round I go I can leave

Let's caught in the tide

I stay away but what can I do

I hear your name and I'm a flame

A flame with sh*t of buring desire

Oh 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 everytime your lips meet mine

Darling down and down I go

All round I go

In a spin lovin' the spin that I'm in

Under that old black magic called love

Under that old black magic called love

Under that old black magic called love

Under that old