LOVE POTION NO.9
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I took my troubles down to Madame Rough
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you know that gypsy with the gold cap tooth
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she's got a pad down at 34th and Vine
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sellin' little bottles of
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love potion No.9
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I told her that I was a flop with chicks
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I been this way sinces 1956
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she looked at my palm and she made a magic sign
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she said what ya' need is
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love potion No.9
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she bent down and turn around and gave me a wink
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she said I'm gonna' make it up right here in the sink
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It smelled like turpentine and looked like India 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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(
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but when I kissed a cop down at 34th and Vine
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he broke my little bottle of
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love potion No.10
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love potion No.9
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love potion No.9
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love potion No.9
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