Love Potion Mistress (words & music by Roy Evan Burstiner)

When you walk down the line out in New Orleons
There’s a little run down shop that you gotta see 
A little old woman who makes trinkets and charms
She’s got a lot of tatoos running up and down her arms. 
When you want all the women to fall from trees
See the love potion mistress down on Bourbon Street

Legend has it she’s been around for centuries
An exiled gypsy princess from the hills of Tennesee
She know’s what you want before you step in through the door
A woman on your mind that you’re always looking for.
Lay down your money if it’s love you seek
From the love potion mistress down on Bourbon Street

When you walk in the store thru the cobwebs and the dust
Your heart is pounding loud as it’s just about to bust
She leans upon your arm as she whispers in your ear

Reaches to your soul of the name you want so dear
She holds a little bottle that will fill up your dreams
She’s the love potion mistress down on Bourbon Street

You take a little sip and the room begins to spin
The darkness falls upon you and you pass out in the din
You wake up hours later as the clock strikes two
The fear surrounds your heart in the cold hard truth
You find yourself deserted and a victim of defeat
From the love potion mistress down on Bourbon Street