(C.Porter)
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When the only sound in the empty street,
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Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet
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That belong to a lonesome cop
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I open shop.
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When the moon so long has been gazing down
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On the wayward ways of this wayward town.
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That her smile becomes a smirk,
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I go to work.
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Love for sale,
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Appetising young love for sale.
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Love that's fresh and still unspoiled,
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Love that's only slightly soiled,
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Love for sale.
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Who will buy?
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Who would like to sample my supply?
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Who's prepared to pay the price,
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For a trip to paradise?
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Love for sale
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Let the poets pipe of love
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in their childish way,
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I know every type of love
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Better far than they.
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If you want the thrill of love,
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I've been through the mill of love;
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Old love, new love
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Every love but true love
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Love for sale.
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Appetising young love for sale.
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If you want to buy my wares.
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Follow me and climb the stairs
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Love for sale.
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Love for sale.
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Love for sale
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| Lisa Ekdahl |
