Barbara Dickson - Love For Sale lyrics

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 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'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