(Cole Porter)
When the only sound on the empty street
Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet

That belong to a lonesome cop
I open shop
When the moon so long has been gazing down

On the wayward ways of a wayward town
That a 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 soiled
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 ways

I know every kind 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 kind but true love


For sale
Appetizing young love for sale
If you want to buy my wares

Follow me and climb the stairs
Love for sale
Love for sale