That Old Black Magic

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
The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine
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 caught in the tide
I should stay away but what can I do
I hear your name, and I'm a flame
A flame, of burning desire
That only your kiss, kiss, kiss
Can put out the fire
For your 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, lovin' that spin I'm in
Under that old black magic called love
Love, love, love, love.