If everybody is saying that
Love is free
How come they keep it
Under lock and key
When it comes to love
You've gotta shop around
On and off, the foreman sellin'
By the pound
Like every kind of vice
It's only merchandise
When you're making love
Check your wallet every minute
'Cause that little girl
Wants everything that's in it
Another thing with love
Apart from the money
You might get stung
If you're stealing honey
Not every kind of vice
It's only merchandise
Now if you're feeling down
And you take it on the streets
Your gonna take your boys
[Incomprehensible]
It's gonna lift you off your feet
You really gonna fly
But you remember what I said
When moaning like a sleeper
And you wish that you was dead
If it's lovin' or it's liquor
Or it's this or that
The man who's selling tickets
That's getting fat
Like every kind of vice
It's only merchandise