I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth
You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth
Shes 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
Ive 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 Im 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 didnt 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
I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink
I didnt 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
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Footnote: Clover's version ends with:
I didn't know if it was day or night
I started kissing everything in sight
I had so much fun that I'm going back again
I'm wonderin' what will happen with
Love Potion Number Ten!
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