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Love Potion No.9 |
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Searchers |
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I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth |
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You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth |
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She's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine |
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Selling little bottles of Love Potion Number Nine. |
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I told her that I was a folp with chics |
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I've been this way since 1956 |
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She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign |
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Said "what you need is love potion No.9 |
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She bend down and turned around and gave me a wink |
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She said"I'm gonna make it up right here in the sink" |
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It smelled like turpentine,it looked like Indian ink. |
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I held my nose |
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I closed my eyes |
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I took a drink |
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I didn't know if it was day or night |
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I started kissing everything in sight |
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but when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Gourth and Vine |
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He broke my little bottle of Love Potion No.9 |
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I held my nose |
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I closed my eyes |
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I took a drink |
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I didn't know if it was day or night |
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I started kissing everything in sight |
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but when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Gourth and Vine |
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He broke my little bottle of Love Potion No.9 |
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Love Potion No.9 |
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Love Potion No.9 |
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Love Potion No.9 |
