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When the only sound |
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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 |
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Has been gazing down |
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On the wayward ways |
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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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Appetizing 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 ev'ry 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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Ev'ry love but true love. |
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Love for sale, |
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Appetizing 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. |
