That old black magic has me in its 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.
I saw you last night and got that old feeling. When you came in sight I got that old feeling. The moment that you danced by I felt a thrill. And when you caught my eye my heart stood still.
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.
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.
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.
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.