Love Potion No. 9

I took my troubles down to Madam Ruth You know that gypsy with the gold capped tooth She's got a stall at 34th and Vine Selling little bottles of Love Potion Number 9 I told her that I was a flop with chicks I've been this way since 1976 She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign Said "What you need my boy is Love Potion Number 9" She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink She said "I'm gonna mix it up right here in the sink" It smelled like turpentine and looked like indian ink I held my nose, closed my eyes I took a drink I didn't know if it was day or night I started kissing everything in sight But when I kissed a cop down at 34th and Vine He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number 9

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Mar 26, 2026

I gotta keep myself together I can't break down here Be a victim of stormy weather Gotta find myself a friend Hate being used, getting confused Makes me so angry what you do, what you do [Chorus]: Oh no, I just can't pretend Getting drawn to the stormlands again Oh no, I just can't pretend Getting drawn to the stormlands again I've got to get to my destination Been trying to get there since long ago Clouds arise on my horizon It ain't easy it's tough Thunder and rain, tonight's game Don't fall in the trap It's harder to get back than to go Am I too late to find the trace Looking for shelter on the run Who will give it, who will listen Makes me wonder what I've done It's getting dark, blacker than black The coast will be closing, tearing me apart [Chorus] Getting drawn, getting drawn To the stormlands again, yeah Getting drawn, getting drawn

Submitted by Infernal Flame — May 09, 2026