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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 will buy? |
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Who will 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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Appetizing 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 |
