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Old black magic has me in its spell |
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Old black magic that you weave so well |
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Those icy fingers up and down my spine |
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The same old witch craft when your eyes meet mine |
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Same old tingle that I feel inside |
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Then the elevator starts it ride |
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Down and down I go |
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Round and round I go |
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Like a leaf caught in a 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 a flame |
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Flame, flame of desire |
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Only your kiss can put out the fire |
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Oh you're the lover I have waiting for |
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Your the mate that fate had me created for |
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And every time your lips meet mine |
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Down and down I go |
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Round and round I go |
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In a spin, lovin' the spin I'm in |
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Under the old black magic called love |
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In a spin lovin' the spin I'm in |
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Under the old black magic called love |
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In a spin lovin' the spin I'm in |
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Under the old black magic called love |
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I should stay away but what can I do |
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I hear your name and I'm a flame |
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Flame, flame of desire |
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Only your kiss can put out the fire |
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Oh you are the lover I have waited for |
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Your the mate that fate had me created for |
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And every time your lips meet mine |
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Down and down I go |
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Round and round I go |
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In a spin, lovin' the spin I'm in |
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Under the old black magic called love |
