Michelle Ingrid Williams
That Old Black Magic
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
Then 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 of such burning desire
That only a kiss can put out the fire
For you're the lover I've waited for
The mate that fate had me created for
And every time your lips meet mine
Darlin', 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