When the only sound on the empty street Is the heavy tread of heavy feet That belong to a lonesome cop I open up the shop The moon so long has been gazing down On the wayward ways of this wayward town Her smile becomes a smirk As I go to work Love for sale Appetising love for sale Love that’s fresh and still unspoiled Love that’s only slightly, slightly soiled Who will buy? Who would like to sample my supply? Who’s prepared to pay the price For a trip to paradise? 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 Appetising love for sale Love that’s fresh and still unspoiled Love that’s only slightly, slightly soiled Love for sale