[Verse 1]
I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth
You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth
She's got a pad on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
Sellin' little bottles of Love Potion No. 9

[Verse 2]
I told her that I was a flop with chicks
I've been this way since 1956
She looked at my palm, and she made a magic sign
She said, "What you need is Love Potion No. 9"

[Bridge]
She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink
She said, "I'm gonna mix it up right here in the sink"
It smelled like turpentine and looked like India ink
I held my nose, I closed my eyes I took a drink

[Verse 3]
I didn't know it was day or night
I started kissin' evеrything in sight
But when I kissed a cop at Thirty-Fourth and Vine
Hе broke my little bottle of Love Potion No. 9

[Instrumental Bridge]
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