Glenn Miller Follow

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 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 aflame

Aflame with such a burning desire
That only your kiss can put out the fire

For you're the lover, I have waited for
The mate that fate had me created for
And every 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

That old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine