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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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Same old tingle that I feel inside |
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And then 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 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 a flame |
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A flame of burning desire |
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That only your kiss, kiss, kiss |
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Can put out the fire |
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For you're the lover 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 |
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Baby, down and down I go, round and round I go |
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In a spin, lovin' that spin I'm in |
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Under that old black magic called love |
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Love, love, love, love |
