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