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Love Potion No 9 - The Clovers
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 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 and Thirty-Fourth 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 and Thirty-Fourth Vine
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number Nine