Тексты песен The Searchers

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

Oh Gypsy, hear my plea, I love her, oh so desperately Oh Gypsy, hear my plea, make her care for me I loved her from the very start, but I can't seem to win her heart So please, oh please, help me Gyps