I took my troubles down to Madam Rue
You know that gypsy with tho gold_capped tooth
She\'s got a pad down on Thirty_Fourth and Vine
Sellin\'s little bottles of Love Potion No.9
I told her that I was a flop with chicks
I\'ve been this way since 1959
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 night here in the sink
It smelled like turpendtine, it looked like Indian ink
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\'s everything in sight
But when I kissed that cop down at Thirth_Fourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion No.9
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 that cop down at Thirty_Fourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion No.9
Love Potion No.9
Love Potion No.9
Love Potion No.9