When the only
sound in the empty street
Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet
That belong to some lonesome cop
I open shop
When the moon so long has been gazing down on
the wayward ways of this wayward town,
that her smile becomes a smirk,
I go to work.
Love that's fresh and still unspoiled,
love that's only slightly soiled, love that's
Who will buy,
who would like to sample my supply?
Who's prepared to pay the price
for a trip to paradise?
It's love for sale
Let the poets pipe of love
in their childish way
I know every type of love
better far than they
If you want the thrill of love I've
been through the mill of love
Old love, new love, every love
But true love, love,
love, love for sale
Ad vertising young love for sale
If you wanna buy my wares
Follow me and climb the stairs
Love for sale
Let the poets pipe of love
in their childish way
Cause I know every type of
love better far than they
Well if you want the thrill of love
I've been through the mill of love
Oh, love, new love,
every love but true
Love for sale
Advertising young love for sale
And if you wanna buy my wares
Why don't you follow me and
climb the stairs?
Love for sale
Love for sale
Love for sale