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That Old Black Magic - Bobby Troup/Julie London (朱莉·伦敦)
Old black magic has me in its spell
Old black magic that you weave so well
Icy fingers up and down my spine
That same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine
The same old tingle that I feel inside
Then that elevator starts its ride
Down and down I go
Round and round I go
Like a leaf that's caught in the tide
Now I should stay away
What can I do
I hear your name I'm aflame
Aflame with such a burning desire that
Only your kiss can put out the fire
You're the lover I have waited for
The mate that fate had me created for
Every time your lips meet mine
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
Now I should stay away
What can I do
I hear your name I'm aflame
Aflame with such a burning desire that
Only your kiss can put out the fire
You're the lover I have waited for
The mate that fate had me created for
Every time your lips meet mine
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
