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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 stall at 34th and Vine |
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Selling little bottles of Love Potion Number 9 |
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I told her that I was a flop with chicks |
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I've been this way since 1976 |
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She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign |
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Said "What you need my boy is Love Potion Number 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 mix 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, 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 startet kissing everything in sight |
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But when I kissed a cop down at 34th and Vine |
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He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number 9 |
