Day in, day out. That same old voodoo follows me about.
You must write for the waste basket.
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.
Arthur Murray taught me dancing in a hurry.
It takes more talent to write music, but it takes more courage to write lyrics.
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.