| I took my troubles
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| Down to Madame Ruth
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| (And drink it down)
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| You know that gypsy
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| With the gold-capped tooth
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| She’s got a storefront
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| At Thirty-Fourth and Vine
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| Selling little bottles of Love potion number nine
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| (Serve it up)
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| Love potion number nine
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| (And drink it down)
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| (Serve it up)
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| I told her that I Was a flop with chicks
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| (And drink it down)
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| I’ve been that way
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| Since 1966
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| She looked at my palm
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| And she made a magic sign
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| She said, what you need is Love potion number nine
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| (Serve it up)
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| Love potion number nine
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| (And drink it down)
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| She bent down and turned
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| Around and gave me a wink
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| She said, I’m gonna mix it up Right here in the sink
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| It smelled like turpentine
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| And looked like Indian ink
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| I held my nose, I closed my eyes
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| I took a drink
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| (Serve it up)
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| I didn’t know if It was day or night
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| (And drink it down)
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| I started kissing
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| Everything in sight
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| But when I kissed a cop
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| Down at Thirty-Fourth and Vine
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| He broke my little bottles of Love potion number nine
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| (Serve it up)
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| Love potion number nine
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| (And drink it down)
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| Serve it up And drink it down
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| Serve it up And drink it down
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| Serve it up And drink it down… |