I took my troubles down to Madame Rough

you know that gypsy with the gold cap tooth

she's got a pad down at 34th and Vine

sellin' little bottles of

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I told her that I was a flop with chicks

I been this way sinces 1956

she looked at my palm and she made a magic sign

she said what ya' need is

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she bent down and turn 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

love potion #9

love potion #9

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