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I took my troubles down to Madam Rue |
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You know that gypsy with the gold tattoo |
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She's got a pad down on 34th and Vine |
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And seven little bottles of love potion #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 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 #9 |
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She bent down and turned around and give 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, 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 34th and Vine |
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He broke my little bottle of love potion #9 |
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(instrumental) |
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She bent down and turned around and give 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, I closed my eyes, I took a drink |
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I didn't know if it was day or night |
|
I started kissin' everything in sight |
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But when I kissed a cop down on 34th and Vine |
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He broke my little bottle of love potion #9 |
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love potion #9 |
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love potion #9 |
