That Old Black Magic

That Old Black Magic
That old black magic sammy davis, jr.that old black magic has me in its spellthat old black magic that you weave so wellicy fingers up and down my spinethe same old witchcraft when your eyes meet minethe same old tingle that i feel insidewhen that elevator starts its ridedown and down i go, round and round i golike a leaf that's caught in the tidei should stay away but what can i doi hear your name, and i'm aflameaflame with such a burning desirethat only your kiss can put out the fireyou are the lover that i've waited forthe mate that fate had me created forand every time your lips meet minebaby down and down i go, all around i goin a spin, loving the spin that i'm inunder that old black magic called love