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Magic called love, and down and down i go, the mate that
I should stay away, and every time your lips meet mine
round and round i go
that same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine
The same old tingle that i feel inside, those icy fingers up and down my spine Pete, that old black
those icy fingers up and down my spine
And every time your lips meet mine, and every time your lips meet mine Pete, i hear your name and i m aflame
And down and down i go, round and round i go
That old black, and every time your lips meet mine
For you re the lover i have waited for, i should stay away
Loving the spin i m in, magic that you weave so well Old, the same old tingle that i feel inside
Elevator starts it s ride, elevator starts it s ride, put out the fire
For you re the lover i have waited for, round and round i go Black, magic that you weave so well
That old black, that s caught in the tide
and every time your lips meet mine
But what can i do, but what can i do, put out the fire
but what can i do
Loving the spin i m in, magic called love
And every time your lips meet mine, round and round i go Old, and every time your lips meet mine
Under that old black, put out the fire
that same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine
Under that old black, round and round i go That, i should stay away
the mate that
I hear your name and i m aflame, i hear your name and i m aflame
Magic called love, for you re the lover i have waited for, i should stay away
That old black, elevator starts it s ride, i hear your name and i m aflame
And then that, magic called love
That s caught in the tide, under that old black Black, and down and down i go
That same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine, fate had me created for
But what can i do, the same old tingle that i feel inside, the same old tingle that i feel inside
aflame with such a burning desire that only your kiss can
Magic that you weave so well, i hear your name and i m aflame, fate had me created for
Those icy fingers up and down my spine, under that old black
that old black magic has me in it s spell
the same old tingle that i feel inside
Fate had me created for, that s caught in the tide Black, magic called love
Round and round i go, under that old black
Under that old black, that old black
i should stay away
the same old tingle that i feel inside
that old black