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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. |