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That old black magic has me in its spell
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That old black magic that you weave so well
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Icy fingers up and down my spine
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The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine
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The same old tingle that I feel inside
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When that elevator starts its ride
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Down and down I go, round and round I go
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Like a leaf that's caught in the tide
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I should stay away but what can I do
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I hear your name, and I'm aflame
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Aflame with such a burning desire
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That only your kiss can put out the fire
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You are the lover that I've waited for
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The mate that fate had me created for
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And every time your lips meet mine
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Baby down and down I go, all around I go
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In a spin, loving the spin that I'm in
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Under that old black magic called love
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That Old Black Magic
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| Bobby Rydell |
