I took my troubles down to Madame Ruece You know that gypsy with the gold cap tooth She's got a pad on 34th and Vine Sellin' little bottles of Love Potion No.9 I told her that I was a flop with chicks 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 No.9 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 smells like turpentine and looks like India ink I help my nose I closed my eyes I took a drink I didn't know it was day or night I started kissin' everything in sight But when I kissed the cop at 34th and Vine He broke my little bottle of Love Potion No.9
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