That old black magics got 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
And when that elevator starts its ride
Darling, 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're the lover, you're the lover, you're the lover
You're the lover I have waited 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
I'm loving the spin, I'm in
I'm under that old black magic, called love

Yes, I'm in a spin, I'm loving the spin, I'm in
I'm under that old black magic, called love
Got me spinnin', spinnin', spinnin' around
Like an elevator going down
In this magic, black magic, called love

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Writer(s): Harold Arlen, Johnny Mercer