Love Potion Number 9 I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth She's got a pad down at 34th and Vine Sellin' little bottles of Love potion number nine / Am - Dm - / / C - Am - / Dm - / E - Am - / I told her that I was a flop with chicks I'd 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...