| That old black magic has me in its spell
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| That old black magic that you weave so well
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| I’ve got those icy icy fingers up and down my spine
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| The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine
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| The same old tingle I feel inside
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| And then that elevator starts its ride
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| And down and down I go, all around I go
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| Like a leaf that’s caught in the tide
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| Well, 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
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| That only your kiss can put out that fire
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| You are the lover that I have waited for
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| You’re the mate that fate had me created for
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| And every time your lips meet mine
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| Darling down and down I go, around and around I go
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| Like a leaf that’s caught in the tide
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| Well, 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
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| That only your kiss can put out that fire |