Too marvelous for words.

Arthur Murray taught me dancing in a hurry.

Skylark Have you anything to say to me? Won't you tell me where my love can be?

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.

When the sweet talkin's done, a man is a two face, a worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night.

She's nobody's fool so I'm playing it cool as can be. I'll give it a whirl but I ain't for no girl catching me.

Day in, day out. That same old voodoo follows me about.