That Old Black Magic (古老的黑魔法) - Spike Jones & His City Slickers-歌词_1

That Old Black Magic (古老的黑魔法) - Spike Jones & His City Slickers

That old black magic has weaved its spell

That old black magic that you weave so well

Those icy fingers up and down my spine

The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine

The same old tingle that I feel inside

And then that elevator starts its ride

And down and down I go

Round and around I go

Like a leaf caught in a 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

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 the old black magic called love