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I took my troubles down to Madam Ruth |
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You know, that gypsy with the gold capped tooth |
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She's got a path down on thirty-fourth and vine |
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Sellin' little bottles of love potion no. 9 |
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I told her that I was a flop with chicks |
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I've been that way since nineteen fifty-six |
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She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign |
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She said, "What you need is love potion no. 9 |
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She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink |
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She said, "I'm gonna make it up right here in the sink" |
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It smelled like turpentine and looked like Indian ink |
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I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink |
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I didn't know if it was day or night |
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I started kissin' ev'ry thing in sight |
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But when I kissed a cop down at thirty-fourth and vine |
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He broke my little bottle of love potion no. 9 |
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I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink |
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I didn't know if it was day or night |
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I started kissin' ev'ry thing in sight |
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But when I kissed a cop down at thirty-fourth and vine |
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He broke my little bottle of love potion no. 9 |
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Love potion no. 9 |
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Love potion no. 9 |
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Love potion no. 9 |
