Lyrics: Johnny Mercer
Music: Harold Arlen
That old black magic has me
in it's spell
That old black magic that you weave so well
the Icy fingers upon down my spine
The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine
The same old tingle that I feel Inside
And when
that elevator starts it's ride
And
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
For you are the lover that I have waited for
The mate that fate had me created for
And every time your lips meet mine
Darling
down down down I go
round round round I go
In a spin loving the spin that I'm in
Under that old black magic
called
love