Song Lyrics

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

Same old tingle that I feel inside
And then that elevator starts its ride
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 a flame
A flame, of burning desire

That only your kiss, kiss, kiss
Can put out the fire
For your the lover I have waited for
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, lovin' that spin I'm in
Under that old black magic called love

Love, love, love, love.

Harold Arlen, Johnny Mercer

The duration of That Old Black Magic [From Bus Stop] is 3:22 minutes and seconds.