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Black Magic
That old black magic has me in its spell,
That old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up & 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 slide,
Down & down i go,
Round & 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, & i'm aflame,
A flame with such a burning desire,
That only your kiss can put out the fire.
'cause you're the lover i have waited for,
The mate that fate had me created for,
And every time you lips meet mine,
Darling, down & down i go,
Round & round i go,
In that spin of love that i am in,
Under that old black of love.
