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.

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

You must write for the waste basket.

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

Once upon a time the world was sweeter than we knew. Everything was ours; how happy we were then, but then once upon a time never comes again.

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

Don't mess with Mister Inbetween.