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 --- That Old Black Magic - Ella Fitzgerald