Love for Sale - Mel Torme, Cy Coleman, Janis Ian

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

A smile becomes a smirk

I go to work

Love for sale

Apetizing young love for sale

Love that’s fresh and still unspoiled

Love that’s fresh and slightly soiled

Love for sale

Who will buy

Who would like to sample my supply

Whose prepared to pay the price

For a trip to paradise

Love for sale

Let the poets write of love

In their childish ways

I know every type of 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

Everyone a true love

Love for sale

Apetizing young love for sale

If you want to buy my wears

Follow me and climb the stairs

Love for sale

Love for sale

Hey hey hey love for sale