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That old black magic has me in its spell That old black magic that you weave so well Those icy fingers up and down my spine The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine The same old tingle that I feel inside And then that elevator starts its ride And down and down I go, round and round I go Like a leaf that's caught in the tide
A flame with such a burning desire. That only your kiss can put out the fire. 'Cause you're the lover I have waited for. The mate that fate had me created for. And every time your lips meet mine ...
That Old Black Magic. " That Old Black Magic " is a 1942 popular song written by Harold Arlen (music), with the lyrics by Johnny Mercer. [1] They wrote it for the 1942 film Star Spangled Rhythm, when it was first sung by Johnny Johnston and danced by Vera Zorina. [2] The song was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Original Song in 1943 ...
- "A Pink Cocktail For a Blue Lady"
- January 1943
- July 15, 1942
Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer 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 Same old tingle that I feel inside Then the elevator starts it ride Down and down I go Round and round I go Like a leaf caught in a tide I should stay away but what can ...
That old black magic has me in its spell That old black magic that you weave so well Those icy fingers up and down my spine That same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine The same old tingle that I feel inside And then that elevator starts its ride And down and down I go around and round I go Like a leaf that's caught in the tide
That Old Black Magic Lyrics by Frank Sinatra from the The Columbia Years (1943-1952): The Complete Recordings album- including song video, artist biography, translations and more: That old black magic has me in its spell That old black magic that you weave so well Those icy fingers up and down m…
That old black magic has me in its spell That old black magic that you weave so well Those icy fingers up and down my spine The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine The same old tingle that I feel inside And then that elevator starts its ride And down and down I go, round and round I go Like a leaf that's caught in the tide
