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I took my troubles
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down to Madam Rue
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You know, that gypsy
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with the gold-capped tooth
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She's got a pad
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down on 34th and Vine
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Selling little bottles
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of Love Potion Number Nine
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I told her that
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I was a flop with chicks
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I've 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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'What you need is
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Love Potion Number Nine'
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She bent down
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and turned around
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and gave me a wink
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She said
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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 indian 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
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|
if it was day or night,
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I started kissin'
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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 Love Potion Number Nine
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I didn't know
|
|
if it was day or night,
|
|
I started kissin'
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everything in sight
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I had so much fun
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|
that I'm goin' back again
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I wonder what happens
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|
with Love Potion Number Ten
|
|
Love Potion Number Nine,
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Love Potion Number Nine
|
|
Love Potion Number Nine
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Love Potion No.9
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| The Searchers |
