The Clovers Love Potion Number Nine

I took my troubles down to Madame RuthYou 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 chicsI'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 Indian inkI 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
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