Am Dm I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth Am Dm You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth C Am Sheʼs got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine Dm E Am Sellinʼ little bottles of Love Potion Number Nine Am Dm I told her that I was a flop with chicks Am Dm Iʼve been this way since 1956 C Am She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign Dm E Am She said "What you need is Love Potion Number Nine" Dm She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink B7 She said "Iʼm gonna make it up right here in the sink" Dm It smelled like turpentine, it looked like Indian ink E I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink Am Dm I didnʼt know if it was day or night Am Dm I started kissinʼ everything in sight C Am But when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine Dm E Am He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine Dm She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink B7 She said "Iʼm gonna make it up right here in the sink" Dm It smelled like turpentine, it looked like Indian ink E I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink Am Dm I didnʼt know if it was day or night Am Dm I started kissinʼ everything in sight C Am But when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine Dm E Am He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine Dm Am Love Potion Number Nine Dm Am Love Potion Number Nine Dm Am Love Potion Number Nine
