I took my troubles down to Madame Rue.
You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth.
She’s got a pad down on 34th and Vine,
Selling little bottles of Love Potion #9.
I told her that I was a flop with chicks.
I’ve been disgraced since 1956.
She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign.
She said what you need is Love Potion #9.
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 kissing everything in sight.
But when I kissed a cop down on 34th and Vine.
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion #9.
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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 on 34th and Vine.
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion #9.
Love Potion #9…
Love Potion #9…
Love Potion #9…
