Monday, March 7, 2011


love hard, or go home.

I told her that I was a flop with chicks
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 Nineee"

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 Nineeeee

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