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That old black magic has me in its spell |
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That old black magic that you weave so well |
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Icy fingers up |
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And down my spine |
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The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine |
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The same old tingle that i feel |
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Inside |
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When that elevator starts its ride |
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Down and down i go, round and round i go |
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Like a leaf that's |
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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 |
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Such a burning desire |
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That only your kiss can put out the fire |
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You are the lover that i've waited for |
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The mate that fate had me created for |
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And every time your lips meet mine |
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Baby down and down i go, |
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All around i go |
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In a spin, loving the spin that i'm in |
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Under that old black magic called love |
