You know that gypsy with the
Selling little bottles of
I told her that I was a flop with chics
I've been this way since 1956
She looked at my palm and
She said "What you need is
She bent down and turned around
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 didn't know if it was day or night
I started kissing everything in sight
But when I kissed a cop down
on Thirty- Fourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion
I held my nose, I closed my eyes,
I didn't know if it was day or night
I started kissing everything in sight
But when I kissed a cop down
on Thirty- Fourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of Love