Ralph Sharon - That Old Black Magic Lyrics
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That Old Black Magic
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What Are The Lyrics For That Old Black Magic By Ralph Sharon?
Old black magic has me in its spell
Old black magic that you weave so well Those icy fingers up and down my spine The same old witch craft when your eyes meet mine Same old tingle that I feel inside Then the elevator starts it ride Down and down I go Round and round I go Like a leaf caught in a tide I should stay away but what can I do I hear your name and I'm a flame Flame, flame of desire Only your kiss can put out the fire Oh you're the lover I have waiting for Your the mate that fate had me created for And every time your lips meet mine Down and down I go Round and round I go In a spin, lovin' the spin I'm in Under the old black magic called love In a spin lovin' the spin I'm in Under the old black magic called love In a spin lovin' the spin I'm in Under the old black magic called love I should stay away but what can I do I hear your name and I'm a flame Flame, flame of desire Only your kiss can put out the fire Oh you are the lover I have waited for Your the mate that fate had me created for And every time your lips meet mine Down and down I go Round and round I go In a spin, lovin' the spin I'm in Under the old black magic called love |
Who Wrote That Old Black Magic By Ralph Sharon?
Harold Arlen, Johnny Mercer
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What's The Duration Of The That Old Black Magic By Ralph Sharon?The duration of That Old Black Magic is 3:30 minutes and seconds. |
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