| With high heels and stockings on
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| Lip rouge carefully applied
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| With eye shadow, her low cut dress
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| She will make you cry
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| The drugs are pumping through her veins
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| Her eyes are like two flames
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| They’ll be put out fairly soon
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| The story is the same
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| Love for Sale
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| The rain’s like diamonds
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| On wind screens
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| Her legs are like a dream
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| And when she kneels she’ll make you feel
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| Like you have got to scream
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| The cold is blowing down the street
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| The click of high heel shoes
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| Her fresh young face is on the street
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| The drugs she will abuse
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| Love for Sale
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| If looks could kill you know she will
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| The stars shine and she’s doomed
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| She shake her hips she’ll shake her tits
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| As you she unzips
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| Down and down and down she’ll go
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| Addictions grip her soul
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| She’s heading for an early shower
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| Self destruction is her goal
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| Love for Sale
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| And when she’s on that marble slab
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| Hope someone’s left to cry
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| She had it all and pissed it all away
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| And then she died
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| Love for Sale
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| Young love for Sale |