that old black magic

Bob Dylan

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
And then that elevator starts its slide
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 I'm aflame
A flame with such a burning desire
That only your kiss can put out the fire

'cause you're the lover I have waited for
You're mate that fate had me created for
And every time you lips meet mine
Baby darling, down and down I go
Round and round I go
In that spin of love that I am in
Under that old black magic of love
In that spin, loving the spin I am in
Under that old black magic of love
In that spin, loving the spin I am in
Under that old black magic of love

I should stay away but what can I do
I hear your name, and I'm aflame
A flame burning desire
That only your kiss can put out the fire

'cause you're the lover I have waited for
You're the mate that fate had me created for
And every time you lips meet mine
Baby darling, down I go
Round and round I go
In that spin, loving the spin I am in
I'm under that old black magic of love
Oh, in that spin, loving the spin I am in
Under that old black of love
In that spin, loving the spin I'm in
Under that old black of love
Under that old black magic of love