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I took my troubles down to Madame RueYou know that gypsy with the gold-capped toothShe's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and VineSellin' little bottles of Love Potion Number NineI told her that I was a flop with chicks (*)I've been this way since 1956She looked at my palm and she made a magic signShe said "What you need is Love Potion Number Nine"She bent down and turned around and gave me a winkShe said "I'm gonna make it up right here in the sink"It smelled like turpentine, it looked like India ink (*)I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drinkI didn't know if it was day or nightI started kissin' everything in sightBut when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and VineHe broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number NineI held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drinkI didn't know if it was day or nightI started kissin' everything in sightBut when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and VineHe broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number NineLove Potion Number NineLove Potion Number NineLove Potion Number Nine Aus Songtexte Mania