| 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 | |
| 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 |