Elvis Costello - Love For Sale

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 ways I know every kind 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

For sale Appetizing young love for sale If you want to buy my wares Follow me and climb the stairs Love for sale Love for sale