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

Submitted by Infernal Flame — May 09, 2026