that old black magic

that old black magic has me in it's 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

that same old tingle that i feel inside

and then that elevator starts it's ride

and round and round i go

up and down i go

like a leaf that's caught in the tide

.i think my mother was right. later on