I took my troubles
| down to Madame Ruth
| you know
| that gypsy
| with the gold~capped
| tooth
| she's got a pad
| down on
| Thirty~Fourth
| and vine
| sellin' little
| bottles of
| love potion
| number nine
| I told her that I was
| a flop with chics
| 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
| it looked
| like Indian ink
| I held my nose
| I close 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 down
| on Thirty~Fourth
| 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 down
| on Thirty~Fourth
| and vine
| he broke my
| little bottle of
| love potion
| number nine
| love potion
| number nine
| love potion
| number nine
| love potion
| number nine~
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