That Old Black Magic Songtext

That old black magic has me in its spell, that old black magic that you weave so well.
Those icy fingers up and down my spine

That 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 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 and I'm aflame
Aflame with such a burning desire that only your kiss can put out the fire.