I took my troubles down to Madame Rose You know that gypsy with a gold-capped tooth She's got a storefront thirty-fourth of a mile Stealin' little bottles of live potion number nine I told her everything was gonna be fine Everything, except that man of mine She looked at my palm, made a magic sign Said, what you need is live potion number nine She jumped down, turned around, gave me a wink Said, I'm gonna mix it up right here in the sink Smelled like turpentine, looked like ink I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a glimpse I didn't know if that was day or night Started kissin' every man in sight Never been so turned on, never felt so fine Gonna give my man some love potion number nine Gonna give my man some, yeah Gonna give my man some, yeah Gonna give my man some, yeah Gonna give my man some, yeah