I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth You know that gypsy With the gold cap tooth She's got a pad down at 34th and Vine Sellin' little bottles of Love Potion #9 I told her that I was a flop with chicks I been this way since 1956 She looked at my palm And she made a magic sign She said "Whatcha need is A bottle of Love Potion #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 And looked like India 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 at 34th and Vine He broke my little bottle of Love Potion #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 And looked like India ink I held my breath and 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 and Vine He broke my little bottle of Love Potion #9 Love Potion #9 Love Potion #9 Love Potion #9 Love Potion #9
