When the only sound on 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
From the wayward ways of this wayward town
When 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 soiled
Love for sale
Who will buy?

Who would like to sample my supply?
Who would like 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
Love for sale