Ella Fitzgerald - Love for Sale

When the only sound in the empty street

Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet

That belongs to a lonesome cop

I open shop

When the moon so long has been gazing down

On the wayward ways of the wayward town

That her 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 love but ... true love

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

Love for sale!