Love For Sale

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 A smile becomes a smirk I go to work Love for sale Apetizing young love for sale Love that's fresh and still unspoiled Love that's fresh and slightly soiled Love for sale Who will buy Who would like to sample my supply Whose prepared to pay the price For a trip to paradise Love for sale