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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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Those icy fingers up 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 inside, |
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and then that elevator starts its ride, |
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and, baby, down and down I go, |
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round and round I go, |
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like a leaf that's caught in a tide. |
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I shoud stay away but what can I do? |
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I hear your name and I'm a flame, |
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a flame with such a burning desire, |
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that only your kiss can put out the fire, |
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for you're the lover that I have 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, darling, |
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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, loving the spin I'm in, |
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under that old black magic called love! |
