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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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sellin' little bottles of love potion number nine |
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i told her that i was a flop 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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she said what you need is love potion number nine |
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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, it 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' everything in sight |
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but when i kissed a cop down on thirty-fourth and vine |
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he broke my little bottle of love potion number nine |
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------ guitar solo ------ |
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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' everything in sight |
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but when i kissed a cop down on thirty-fourth and vine |
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he broke my little bottle of love potion number nine |
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love potion number nine |
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love potion number nine |
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love potion number nine |
