LOVE POTION NO.9
THE SEARCHERS

I took my trouble down to Madam Ruth
You know the gypsy with the gold capped tooth
She's got a pad down at thirty fourth and wine
Sellin' little bottle of love potion number nine
I told her that I was a flop with chicks
I've been this way since nineteen fifty six
She looked at my palm and she magic sigh
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 lookes like indian ink

# I held my nose, I close my eyes, I took a drink
I didn't know if it was day or night
I started kissin' everthing in sight
But when I kissed the cop down at thirty and wine
He broke my little bottle of love potion number nine

Repeat #
Love potion number nine, Love potion number nine

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