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I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth She's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine Selling little bottles of love potion number nine I told her that I was a flop with chics 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 number nine She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink She said: I'm gonna make it up right here in the sink It smelled like turpentine, it looked like Indian ink I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink I didn't know if it was day or night I started kissing everything in sight But when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine He broke my little bottle of love potion number nine I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink I didn't know if it was day or night I started kissing everything in sight But when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine He broke my little bottle of love potion number nine Love potion number nine Love potion number nine Love potion number nine