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. The 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 that name and I'm a flame. A flame with such a burning desire, And only your kiss, kiss, kiss Can put out the fire. You're the lover I've been waiting for, The mate that fate had me created for. And every time your lips meet mine, Darling, 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.