Love Potion Number Nine

Am D7 I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth. Am D7 You know that Gypsy with the gold-capped tooth. C She's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine, D7 E Am sellin' little bottles of, Love Potion Number Nine. Am D7 I told her that I was a flop with chicks. Am D7 I've been this way since nineteen-fifty-six. C She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign... D7 E Am She said, 'What you need is, Love Potion Number Nine.' D7 She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink. Bm She said "I'm gonna mix it up right here in the sink." D7 It smelled like turpentine, it looked like India Ink... E I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink. Am D7 I didn't know if it was day or night. Am D7 I started kissin' everything in sight. C But when I kissed a cop at Thirty-Fourth and Vine... D7 E Am He broke my little bottle of, Love Potion Number Nine. Sax Solo Dm B Dm E I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink. Am D7 I didn't know if it was day or night. Am D7 I started kissin' everything in sight. C But when I kissed a cop at Thirty-Fourth and Vine... D7 E Am He broke my little bottle of, Love Potion Number Nine. D7 Am D7 Am Love Potion Number Nine...Love Potion Number Nine. D7 Am Love Potion Number Ni..i..i..i..ine.