I took my troubles down to Madame Rue
You know that gipsy with the gold capped tooth
She's got a pad down at Thirty Fourth and Vine
Sellin' little bottles of
Love Potion Number 9
I told her that I was a flop with guys
I've been this way since 1995
She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign
She said What You Need Is
Love Potion Number 9
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
It looked like indian ink
I held my nose
I closed my eyes
I took a drink
I didn't know it was day or night
I started kissin' everything in sight
But when I kissed a cop down at 45th and Vine
He broke my little bottle of
Love Potion Number 9
I held my nose
I closed my eyes
I took a drink
I didn't know it was day or night
I started kissin' everything in sight
But when I kissed a cop down at 45th and Vine
He broke my little bottle of
Love Potion Number 9