LOVE POTION NO.9

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I took my troubled down to madam Ruth
you know, that Gypsy with the gold capped tooth.
She's got a pad down at thirty fourth and vine
Selling little bottle of love potion number nine

I took her that I was a flop with chicks
I've been this way since nineteen fifty six
She looked at my pain and she made a magic sign
She said, what you need is love potion number nine

She bent down and turned around and give me a wink
She said I'm gonna mix it up right here in the sink
It smelled like turpentine and looked like India 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 kissing everything is right
But when I kissed the cop down at thirty foruth and vine.
He broke my little bottle of love potion number nine





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