942. Johnny Mercer and Harold Arlen(Music).

That old black magic has me in it's 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 then the elevator starts its ride
and down and down I go
round and round I go
like a leaf
that's caught in a tide
I should stay away but what can I do
I hear your name
and I'm aflame
Aflame with such burning desire

that only your kiss can put out your fire
for 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, loving the spin I'm in
Under that old black magic called love!