That Old Black Magic

Glen Miller

 That old black magic has me in its spell,

 That old black magic that you weave so well.

Those i - cy  fin - gers up and down my spine,

The same old  witch - craft when your eyes meet mine.

 The same old tingle that I feel in - side,

 And then that el - e - va - tor starts its ride.

And 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 a - flame.

A - flame with such a burning desire
That only your kiss can put out the fire.

 For you're the lover I have wait - ed for,

The mate that Fate had me cre - a - ted for.

And ev'ry time   your lips meet mine,
Darling, down and down I  go; round and round I  go

 In a spin,   loving the spin I'm in 

Under that old black magic called love.