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.
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.
My mamma done tol' me,. When I was in knee pants,. My mamma done tol' me, "Son!. A woman'll sweet talk, and give ya the big eye,. . But when the sweet talkin's done,.
My mama done tol' me,. When I was in knee pants,. My mama done tol' me,. Son! A woman'll sweet talk. And give ya the big eye;. But when the sweet talkin's done,.
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.
Free and easy, that's my style. Howdy-do me, watch me smile. Fare-thee-well me after a while. 'Cause I gotta roam. And any place I hang my hat is home.
It's quarter to three. There's no-one in the place. 'Cept You and me.. So set 'em up Joe,. I've got a little story. I think you should know. . We're drinking my friend,.
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.
It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place cept you and me. So set em up joe I got a little story I think you oughtta know. Were drinking my friend to the end of a brief episode.