That old black magic has me in it's spell. That old black magic that you weave so well. Icy fingers up. And down my spine. The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.
Old black magic has me in its spell. Old black magic that you weave so well. Those icy fingers up and down my spine. The same old witch craft when your eyes meet mine.
Somewhere, someday. Well be close together, wait and see. Oh by the way,. This time the dreams on me. . You take my hand. And you look at me adoringly.