| 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. |