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 mineThe same old tingle that I feel inside

And when that elevator starts its ride

And down and down I go, round and round I go

Like a leaf that's caught in the tideI 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 fireFor you're the lover that I've waited for

The mate that fate had me created for

And every time your lips meet mine