Harold Arlen – That Old Black Magic

That old black magic has me in its spell

That old black magic that you weave so well

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

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

You are the lover that I’ve waited for

The mate that fate had me created for

And every time your lips meet mine

Baby down and down I go,

all around I go

In a spin, loving the spin that I’m in

Under that old black magic called love