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When the only sound on 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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Appetizing 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, 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 in their childish way |
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I know every type of love better far than they |
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If you want the thrill of love, i've been through the mill of love |
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Old love, new love, every love but true love |
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Love for sale |
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Appetizing young love for sale |
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Well, if you want to buy my wares |
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Follow me and climb the stairs |
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Love for sale |
