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 down on thirty-fourth and vine

he broke my little bottle of love potion number nine



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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 down on thirty-fourth and vine

he broke my little bottle of love potion number nine

love potion number nine

love potion number nine

love potion number nine