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i took my troubles down to madame ruth |
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you know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth |
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she's got a pad down on thirty-fourth and vine |
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selling little bottles of love potion number nine. |
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i told her that i was a folp with chics |
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i've been this way since 1956 |
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she looked at my palm and she made a magic sign |
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said "what you need is love potion no.9 |
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she bend 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,it looked like indian ink. |
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i held my nose |
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i closed my eyes |
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i took a drink |
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i didn't know if it was day or night |
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i started kissing everything in sight |
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but when i kissed a cop down on thirty-gourth and vine |
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he broke my little bottle of love potion no.9 |
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love potion no.9 |
