That old black magic has me in its spell.

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

We're drinking my friend, To the end of a brief episode, Make it one for my baby, And one more for the road

Johnny felt his greatest gift as a songwriter was the ability to catch the mood of a tune.

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.

All the magic and all the accolades that we got from last year are, all of a sudden, gone, ... I know all of us enjoyed it. There were tons of books and DVDs that made it seem it was easy to accomplish. It wasn't.