I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth
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You know that gypsy
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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 Love Potion #9
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I told her that I was a flop with chicks
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I been this way since 1956
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She looked at my palm
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And she made a magic sign
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She said
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"Whatcha need is
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A bottle of Love Potion #9"
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She bent down and turned around
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And gave me a wink
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She said I'm gonna make it up
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Right here in the sink
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It smelled like turpentine
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And looked like India ink
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I held my nose
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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
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Down at 34th and Vine
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He broke my little bottle of
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Love Potion #9
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She bent down and turned around
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And gave me a wink
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She said I'm gonna make it up
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Right here in the sink
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It smelled like turpentine
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And looked like India ink
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I held my breath and 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 kissin' everything in sight
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But when I kissed a cop
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Down on 34th and Vine
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He broke my little bottle of
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Love Potion #9
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Love Potion #9
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Love Potion #9
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Love Potion #9
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Love Potion #9
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Love Potion Number Nine
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Neil Diamond |