Elvis Costello - Love for Sale lyrics

When the only sound on 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 a wayward town That a 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 ways I know every kind 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 kind but true love