Marc Almond Love For Sale
When the only sound in the empty street
Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet
That belong to a lonesome cop
I open shop
When the moon so long has been gazing down
On the wayward ways of this wayward town
A smile becomes a smirk
I go to work
Love for sale
Apetizing young love for sale
Love that's fresh and still unspoiled
Love that's fresh and slightly soiled
Love for sale
Who will buy
Who would like to sample my supply
Whose prepared to pay the price
For a trip to paradise
Love for sale
Let the poets write of love
In their childish ways
I know every type of type of love
Better far than they
If you want the thrill of love
I've been through the mill of love
Old love, new love
Everyone a true love
Love for sale
Apetizing young love for sale
If you want to buy my wears
Follow me and climb the stairs
Love for sale
Love for sale
Hey hey hey love for sale
