That Old Black Magic

That old black magic
Has me in its spell
That old black magic
That you weave so well
Icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witchcraft
When your eyes meet mine

The same old tingle
That I feel inside
When that elevator
Starts its ride
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

You are the lover
That I've waited for
The mate that fate
Had me created for
And every time
Your lips meet mine

Baby down and down I go,
All around I go
In a spin,
Loving the spin that I'm in
Under that old black magic
Called love

Arlen - Mercer

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