| #1 week of May 29, 1943 |
| That old black magic has me in it’s 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 it’s 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 Im aflame. |
| Aflame with such a burning desire |
| That only your kiss can 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 Im in Under that old black magic called love. |
| Transcribed by: Samantha Stevens |
| Sammi_s_1998@yahoo.com |