Writer(s): B. Lane/ E.Y. Harburg I look at you and suddenly, Something in your eyes I see; Soon begins bewitching me. It's that old devil moon; That you stole from the skies. It's that old devil moon in your eyes. You and you glance; Make this romance; Too hot to handle. Stars in the night; Blazing their light; Can't hold a candle; To your razzle-dazzle. You've got me flyin' high and wide; On a magic carpet ride; Full of butterflies inside. Wanna cry, wanna croon, Wanna laugh like a loon. It's that old devil moon in your eyes. Just when I think, I'm; Free as a dove. Old devil moon, Deep in your eyes, Blinds me with love.