Love for Sale
Billie Holiday, Cole Porter

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
That her smile becomes a smirk,
I go to work
Love for sale,
Appetising 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 love but true love
Love for sale