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I took my troubles down to
Madame Ruth
You know that gypsy
with the gold-capped tooth
She's got a pad down on
Thirty-Fourth and Vine
Sellin' little bottles of
Love Potion Number Nine
I told her
that I was a flop with chics
I've been this way since 1956
She looked at my palm
and she made a magic sign
She said, what you need is
Love Potion Number Nine"
She bent down and turned around
and gave me a wink
She said "I'm gonna make it up
right here in the sink"
It smelled like turpentine
it looked like Indian ink
I held my nose
I closed my eyes
I took a drink
I didn't know if it was day or night
I started kissin' everything in sight
But when I kissed a cop down on
Thirty-Fourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of
Love Potion Number Nine
I held my nose
I closed my eyes
I took a drink
I didn't know if it was day or night
I started kissin' everything in sight
But when I kissed a cop down on
Thirty-Fourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of
Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine