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 kissing 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 #9
Remember that from the ‘50s...
***But when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine***
I like an older version in which the final verse is, after breaking the bottle of Love Potion #9,...
“It may sound strange but I’m going back again, and get myself a bottle of Love Potion Number TEN!”