I took my trouble down to madame Ruth
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You know that gypsy with gold-capped tooth
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She lives on the bloc down on thirty-fourth and vine
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Selling little bottles of
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Love potion number nine
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I told her that i was a flop with chicks
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I've been this way from nineteen fifty-six
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She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign
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Said uh what you need is
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Love potion number nine
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She bent down and turned around and give me a wink
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She said I'm gonna mix it up right here in the sink
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It smelled like turpentine and looked like Indian ink
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I held my nose i closed my eyes
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I took a drink
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I didn't know if it was day or night
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I started kissing everything in sight
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But when i kissed a cop on the thirty-four and vine
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He broke my little bottle of
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Love potion number nine
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Love Portion No.9
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