You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth
  She's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
  Sellin' 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 kissin' 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

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  I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink

  I didn't know if it was day or night
  I started kissin' 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