That old black magic has me in its spell,
That old black magic that you weave so well.
Those i - cy fin - gers up and down my spine,
The same old witch - craft when your eyes meet mine.
The same old tingle that I feel in - side,
And then that el - e - va - tor starts its ride.
And down and down I go; round and round I go
Like a leaf that's caught in the tide.
(Bridge:)
I should stay away, but what can I do?
I hear your name and I'm a - flame.
A - flame with such a burning desire
That only your kiss can put out the fire.
For you're the lover I have wait - ed for,
The mate that Fate had me cre - a - ted 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.