Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That Old Black Magic, artist - Clark Terry. Album song The Clark Terry Quintet: Serenade to a Bus Seat, in the genre
Date of issue: 22.03.2015
Record label: The Jazz Corner
Song language: English
That Old Black Magic |
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 |
That same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine. |
The same old tingle that I feel inside, and then that |
Elevator starts it’s ride |
And down and down I go, round and round I go, like a leaf |
That’s caught in the tide. |
I should stay away, but what can I do? |
I hear your name and I’m aflame |
Aflame with such a burning desire that only your kiss can |
Put out the 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. |