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INTERPRÉTATION
Chris Curtis
Chant
John McNally
Guitare rythmique
Mike Pender
Chant
Tony Jackson
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jerry Leiber
Paroles/Composition
Mike Stoller
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Ray Prickett
Ingénierie de prise de son
Tony Hatch
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I took my troubles down to Madame Rue
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 No. 9
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 No. 9"
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 No. 9
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 No. 9
Love Potion No. 9
Love Potion No. 9
Love Potion No. 9
Writer(s): Mike Stoller, Jerry Leiber
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