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 E7 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 E7 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 E7 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 E7 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 E7 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 E7 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
