Album: The Very Best of the Clovers   Composer: Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller      I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth   You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth   She's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine   Sellin' little bottles of Love Potion Number Nine      I told her that I was a flop with chics   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 Nine"      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 Nine      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 Nine   Love Potion Number Nine   Love Potion Number Nine   Love Potion Number Nine