I took my troubles down to Madame Rue
you know that gypsy with the gold cap tooth
she's got a pad down at 34th and Vine
sellin' little bottles of
love potion #9
I told her that I was a flop with chicks
I been this way sinces 1956
she looked at my palm and she made a magic sign
she said what ya' need is
love potion #9
she bent down and turn around and gave me a wink
she said I'm gonna' make it up right here in the sink
It smelled like turpentine and looked like India 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 kissing everything in sight
but when I kissed a cop down at 34th and Vine
he broke my little bottle of
love potion #9
love potion #9
love potion #9
love potion #9


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