That old black magic has me in its spell, That old black magic that you weave so well. Those i - cy fin - gers up and down my spine, The same old witch - craft when your eyes meet mine. The same old tingle that I feel in - side, And then that el - e - va - tor starts its ride. And down and down I go; round and round I go Like a leaf that's caught in the tide. (Bridge:) I should stay away, but what can I do? I hear your name and I'm a - flame. - flame with such a burning desire That only your kiss can put out the fire. ( For you're the lover I have wait - ed for, The mate that Fate had me cre - a - ted for. And ev'ry 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.