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That old black magic has me in its spell, that old black magic that you weave so well. |
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Those icy fingers up and down my spine |
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That same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine. |
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The same old tingle that I feel inside, and then that elevator starts its ride |
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And down and down I go, round and round I go, like a leaf that's caught in the tide. |
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I should stay away, but what can I do? |
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I hear your name and I'm aflame |
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Aflame with such a burning desire that only your kiss can put out the fire. |
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For you're the lover I have waited for, the mate that fate had me created for. |
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And every time your lips meet mine, darling, down and down I go, round and round I go |
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In a spin, loving the spin I'm in, under that old black magic called love. |
