Love For Sale Lyrics - Anita O'day

When the only sound on 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 a wayward town 

That a smile becomes a smirk 

I go to work 

Love for sale 

Appetizing young love for sale 

Love that's fresh and still unspoiled 

Love that's only slightly soiled 

Love for sale 

Who will buy? Who would like to sample my supply? 

Who's prepared to pay the price for a trip to paradise? 

Love for sale 

Let the poets pipe of love in their childish way 

I know every 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 

Every kind but true love