THAT OLD BLACK MAGICThe Glenn Miller OrchestraWritten by: Harold Arlen and Johnny Mercer#1 week of May 29, 1943That 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,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 round I goLike 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 desireThat 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 goIn a spin, loving the spin I'm inUnder that old black magic called love.Transcribed by: Samantha
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