The Smiths – Back To The Old House

That old black magic has me in its 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

The same old tingle that I feel inside
When that elevator starts its ride
Down and down I go, round and round I go
Like a leaf thats caught in the tide

I should stay away but what can I do
I hear your name, and Im aflame
Aflame with such a burning desire
That only your kiss can put out the fire

You are the lover that Ive waited for
The mate that fate had me created for
And every time your lips meet mine

Baby down and down I go, all around I go
In a spin, loving the spin that Im in
Under that old black magic called love