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(Serve it up)I took my troublesDown to Madame Ruth(And drink it down)You know that gypsyWith the gold-capped toothShe's got a storefrontAt Thirty-Fourth and VineSelling little bottles ofLove potion number nine(Serve it up)Love potion number nine(And drink it down)(Serve it up)I told her that IWas a flop with chicks(And drink it down)I've been that waySince 1966She looked at my palmAnd she made a magic signShe said, what you need isLetras de cancionesLove potion number nine(Serve it up)Love potion number nine(And drink it down)She bent down and turnedAround and gave me a winkShe said, I'm gonna mix it upRight here in the sinkIt smelled like turpentineAnd looked like Indian inkI held my nose, I closed my eyesI took a drink(Serve it up)I didn't know ifIt was day or night(And drink it down)I started kissingEverything in sightBut when I kissed a copDown at Thirty-Fourth and VineHe broke my little bottles ofLove potion number nine(Serve it up)Love potion number nine(And drink it down)Serve it upAnd drink it downServe it upAnd drink it downServe it upAnd drink it down From Letras Mania