| That old black magic has me in it’s spell, that old black
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| Magic that you weave so well.
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| Those icy fingers up and down my spine
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| That same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.
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| The same old tingle that I feel inside, and then that
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| Elevator starts it’s ride
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| And down and down I go, round and round I go, like a leaf
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| That’s caught in the tide.
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| I should stay away, but what can I do?
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| I hear your name and I’m aflame
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| Aflame with such a burning desire that only your kiss can
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| Put out the fire.
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| For you’re the lover I have waited for, the mate that
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| Fate had me created for.
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| And every time your lips meet mine, darling, down and
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| Down I go, round and round I go
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| In a spin, loving the spin I’m in, under that old black
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| Magic called love. |