C That Old Black Magic, 1942
Old black magic has me in its spell,
Old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witch craft when your eyes meet mine
Same old tingle that I feel inside, And then the elevator starts it ride
Down and down I go, Round and round I go
Like a leaf caught in a tide
I should [Am]stay away but what can I [B]do, I hear your [E]name and I’m
[A]aflame
A [Dm]flame of burning [Fm]desire, And only your [Dm]kiss can put out
the [G7]fire
For you’re the lover I’ve been waiting for
Your the mate that fate had me created for
And every time your lips meet mine
Down and down I go, Round and round I go
In a spin, lovin’ the spin I’m in
Under that old black magic called love
In a spin lovin’ the spin I’m in
Under that old black magic called love
