Thrills in the night, far from the light, passion taking over Prices she pays, all through the days, no on really knows her Ooh as she's walking around like a mystery And desires she's kept hidden inside make her tingle Early morning, as she wakes from

Every time I go out, I'm goin to smoke out I buy it don't even know the price As long as I live it, come pay me a visit, And I'll be somewhere up in the sky My nigga it's 'bout to go down, oh We fly, it's not lie, that we high, 'til we die, oh I've been

Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da Da da dat dat da ya da The price of my love’s not a price that you’re willing to pay In your tea which you hurl in the sea when you see me go by Why so sad? Remember we made an arrangement when you went away Now

I said, hey, girl with one eye Get your filthy fingers out of my pie I'll cut your little heart out 'cause you made me cry You made me cry That's the price she'll pay She told me not to step on the cracks I told her not to fuss and relax Pretty little

Love for sale. Appetizing, young love for sale. Love that's fresh and still unspoiled. Love that's only slighty soiled. Who will buy? Who will like to sample my supply? Who's prepared to pay the price for a trip to paradise? Let the poets pipe of love

This is my breaking point I'll pay my price Just please don't let me miss My peace of mind I'll even die for this God ease my soul And don't let me forget That there is nothing forcing me to a bitter end

Love for sale Love, love, love for sale Appetizing young love for sale Love that's fresh and still unspoiled Love that's only slightly soiled Who will buy? Come on now Who would like to sample my supply? Who's prepared to pay the price? For a trip to

She may be the face I can't forget, A trace of pleasure or regret, May be my treasure or The price I have to pay. She may be the song that summer sings, May be the chill that autumn brings, May be a hundred different things Within the measure of a day.

I know who I am, I am an evil man The blade I swing is black as night Black as my soulless heart It bears the burden of many lives But I don't feel remorse I lent my sword to anyone Willing to pay the price No regrets for what I've done A mercenary's life

Love for sale! Advertising young love for sale Who would like to pay the price for a trip to Paradise? Love for Sale! Who will buy? Who would like to sample my supply? Who would like to climb the stairs? Who would like to try my wares? Let the poets