That Old Black Magic - Bob Dylan

Written By：Harold Arlen/Johnny Mercer

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

Same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine

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 caught in the tide

I should stay away but what can I do

I hear your name and I'm aflame

Aflame with burning desire

That only your kiss can put out the fire

You're the lover I have waited for

You're the mate that fate had me created for

And every time your lips meet mine

Baby 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

In a spin loving the spin I'm in

Under that old black magic called love

In a spin loving the spin I'm in

Under that old black magic called love

I should stay away but what can I do

I hear your name and I'm aflame

Aflame with burning desire

That only your kiss can put out the fire

For you're the lover I have waited for

You're the mate that fate had me created for

And every time your lips meet mine

Baby down and down I go round and round I go

In a spin loving the spin I'm in

I'm under that old black magic called love

Oh in a spin loving the spin I'm in

Under that old black magic called love

In a spin loving the spin I'm in

Under that old black magic called love

Under that old black magic called love