That Old Black Magic

We'd like to continue with an outstanding example Of a great song by Johnny Mercer and Harold Ireland From the Paramount Picture store's spangled rhythm Recorded in July of 1942 From the very last recording day before Glen entered the Army We bring back Ray Eboli and the Modernaires to bring you that old black magic And here they are 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 The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine The same old tingle that I feel inside 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 such a burning desire (That only your kiss can put out the fire) 'Cause 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 that spin I'm in Under that old black magic called love (Under that old black magic called love)