That Old Black Magic - Mel Torme

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

I get the same, I get the same, I get the same

I get 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 caught in a tide

Oh, 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

You’re the mate that fate had me created for

And every time your lips meet mine

Baby, down, 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

I should stay away but what can I do

I hear your name, I’m aflame

Aflame with such a burning desire

Only your kiss, kiss, kiss can put out that fire

'Cause you’re the lover, yes you’re the lover

Yes, you’re the lover I have waited for

And you’re the mate that fate had me created for

And every time your lips meet mine

Baby, down and down and down I go

Round and round I go

In a spin, loving that spin I’m in

Under that old black magic called love

That old magic, crescendo type magic

Coral style magic, black magic type magic

That beautiful magic, that wonderful magic

That old magic called love

Black magic!

Thank you

Thank you very much

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen