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.

I'm a cowboy who never saw a cow.

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.

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.

Arthur Murray taught me dancing in a hurry.

You must write for the waste basket.

You must have been a beautiful baby, 'Cos baby just look at you now.