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Love Potion #9
I took my troubles
down to Madam Rue
You know, that gypsy
with the gold-capped tooth
She's got a pad on 34th and Vine
Selling little bottles of
Love Potion Number Nine
I told her that I was a flop with chicks
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
and 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 at 34th 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 at 34th and Vine
He broke my little bottle of
Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine
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