| ::THAT OLD BLACK MAGIC:: Words by Johnny Mercer Music by Harold Arlen THAT OLD BLACK MAGIC HAS ME IN IT'S SPELL, THAT OLD BLACK MAGIC THAT I KNOW SO WELL, THOSE ICY FINGERS UP AND DOWN MY SPINE, THE SAME OLD WITCHCRAFT WHEN YOUR EYES MEET MINE, THE SAME OLD TINGLE THAT I FEEL INSIDE, AND THEN THAT ELEVATOR STARTS ITS RIDE, AND 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, FOR YOU'RE THE LOVER I HAVE WAITED FOR, THE MATE THAT FATE HAD ME CREATED FOR, AND EV'RY TIME YOUR LIPS MEET MINE, DARLING, DOWN AND DOWN I GO, 'ROUND AND 'ROUND I GO, IN A SPIN, LOVING THE SPIN I'M IN, UNDER THAT OLD BLACK MAGIC CALLED LOVE! |