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.
Johnny MercerAbout author
- Author's profession: Musician
- Nationality: american
- Born: November 18, 1909
- Died: June 25, 1976
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