时间：2009-05-05
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That Old Black Magic - 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
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
