Love Potion Number Nine - Stereo Version

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 chics
 I've been this 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 make 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 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
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 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
 Love potion number nine