When the only sound in 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 this wayward town

That her smile becomes a smirk
I go to work


Love for sale
Appetising 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 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

If you want to buy my wares

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

Love