Love For Sale (Horn Shirley)

When the only sound in the empty street Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet That belongs to a 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 for sale, appetizing young love for sale Love that's fresh and still unspoiled Love that's only slightly spoiled Love for sale Who will buy? Who would like to sample my 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 I know every type of love Better far than they. If you want the trill of love, I've been through the mill of love, Old love, new love, Every love but true love. Love for sale.