| 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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| A smile becomes a smirk
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| I go to work
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| Love for sale
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| Apetizing young love for sale
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| Love that’s fresh and still unspoiled
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| Love that’s fresh and 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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| Whose 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 write of love
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| In their childish ways
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| I know every type of 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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| Everyone a true love
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| Love for sale
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| Apetizing young love for sale
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| If you want to buy my wears
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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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| Hey hey hey love for sale |