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That Old Black Magic –Bing Crosby

Old black magic has me in its spell

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

Same old tingle that I feel inside

Then the elevator starts it ride

Down and down I go

Round and round I go

Like a leaf caught in a tide

I should stay away but what can I do

I hear your name and I'm a flame

Flame flame of desire

Only your kiss can put out the fire

Oh you're the lover I have waiting for

Your the mate that fate had me created for

And every time your lips meet mine

Down and down I go

Round and round I go

In a spin lovin' the spin I'm in

Under the old black magic called love

Under the old black magic called love