Let the poets pipe of love in their childish way.
I know ev’ry 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, ev’ry 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.)