magic has me in its spell
I got those icy icy fingers
That same old witchcraft when
Same old tingle when I feel inside
And when that elevator starts its ride
Down and down I go, round and I go
Like a leaf that's caught in a tide
A flame with such a burning desire
And only your kiss can put out that fire
You're the mate that fate had
And every time your lips meet mine
Yeah, like that magic hole, oh
With such a burn in the sound
Your kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss
You're the mate that fate
And every time your lips meet mine
Ooh, and I'm loving that spin
Under that old black magic cold
That old black magic cold
Un der that old black matting coat of