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I took my troubles down to madame rue you know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth she's got a pad down on 34th & vine sellin' little bottles of love potion no. 9 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!" 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 kissin' everything in sight but when I kissed a cop down on 34th & vine he broke my little bottle of love potion no. 9... From Letras Mania