I took my troubles down to Madame Rue You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth She's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine Sellin' little bottles of Love Potion Number Nine
I told her that I was a flop with chicks I'd been this way since 1956 She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign She said "What you need is Love Potion Number Nine"
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 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 kissin' everything in sight But when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine
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 Thirty-Fourth and Vine He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine Love Potion Number Nine Love Potion Number Nine Love Potion Number NineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.