That Old Black Magic (From `Bus Stop` 1956)

That old black magic has 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 Same old tingle that I feel inside And then that elevator starts its ride Down and down I go Round and round I go Like a leaf caught in the tide I should stay away but what can I do I hear your name and I'm a flame A flame of burning desire That only your kiss kiss kiss Can put out the fire For your the lover I have waited for The mate that fate had me created for And every time your lips meet mine Baby down and down I go round and round I go In a spin lovin' that spin I'm in Under that old black magic called love Love love love love