Letras
I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth
You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth
She's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
Selling little bottles of Love Potion Number Nine
I told her that I was a flop with chicks
I've been that 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 mix it up right here in the sink"
It smelled like turpentine, and it looked like Indian 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 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 kissing 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