
Lieber and Stoller
I took my troubles down to Madame RuthYou know that gypsy with the gold-capped toothShe's got a pad down at 34th and VineSellin' little bottles ofLove Potion Number Nine I told her that I was a flop with chicks
I'd been this way since 1956She looked at my palm and she made a magic signShe said, 'What you need is...Love Potion Number Nine'She bent down and turned around and gave me a winkShe said 'I'm gonna make it up right here in the sink'It smelled like turpentine and looked like India inkI held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drinkI didn't know if it was day or nightI started kissin' everything in sightBut when I kissed the cop down at 34th and VineHe broke my little bottle ofLove Potion Number NineLove Potion Number NineLove Potion Number NineLove Potion Number Nine