Love for Sale

When the only sound in the empty street

Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet

That belong to a lonesome cop

She opens shop

When the moon so long has been gazing down

On the wayward ways of this wayward town

Then her smile becomes a smirk

She goes to work

Love for sale

Appetizing, young love for sale

Love that’s fresh and still unspoiled

Love that’s only slightly soiled

Love for sale

Who will buy?

Who would like to sample her supply?

Who’s prepared to pay the price

For a trip to paradise?

Love for sale

Let the poets pipe of love

In their childish way

She knows every type of love

Better far than they

If you want the thrill of love

She’s been through the mill of love.

Old love. New love.

Every love, but true love.

Love for sale.

Appetizing young love for sale.

If you want to buy her wares,

Follow her and climb the stairs.

Love for sale.

Love for sale