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