(Serve it up) I took my troubles Down to Madame Ruth (And drink it down) You know that gypsy With the gold-capped tooth
She's got a storefront At Thirty-Fourth and Vine Selling little bottles of Love potion number nine
(Serve it up) Love potion number nine (And drink it down)
(Serve it up) I told her that I Was a flop with chicks (And drink it down) I've been that way Since 1966
She looked at my palm And she made a magic sign She said, what you need is Love potion number nine
(Serve it up) Love potion number nine (And drink it down)
She bent down and turned Around and gave me a wink She said, I'm gonna mix it up Right here in the sink
It smelled like turpentine And looked like Indian ink I held my nose, I closed my eyes I took a drink
(Serve it up) I didn't know if It was day or night (And drink it down) I started kissing Everything in sight
But when I kissed a cop Down at Thirty-Fourth and Vine He broke my little bottles of Love potion number nine
(Serve it up) Love potion number nine (And drink it down)
Serve it up And drink it down Serve it up And drink it down Serve it up And drink it downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
