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.

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

Arthur Murray taught me dancing in a hurry.

The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold.... I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hands, I used to hold Since you went away, the days grow long And soon I'll hear ol' winter's song. But I miss you most of all my darling, When autumn leaves start to fall.

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.

Don't mess with Mister Inbetween.