Текст песни Love Potion Number Nine, Searchers, The
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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 ------ guitar solo ------ 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 |