If everybody is saying that
Love is free
How come they keep it
Under lock and keyWhen it comes to love
You've gotta shop around
On and off, the foreman sellin'
By the poundLike every kind of vice
It's only merchandiseWhen you're making love
Check your wallet every minute
'Cause that little girl
Wants everything that's in itAnother thing with love
Apart from the money
You might get stung
If you're stealing honeyNot every kind of vice
It's only merchandiseNow 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 feetYou really gonna fly
But you remember what I said
When moaning like a sleeper
And you wish that you was deadIf it's lovin' or it's liquor
Or it's this or that
The man who's selling tickets
That's getting fatLike every kind of vice
It's only merchandise
Songwriters
Lee Brilleaux; Mayo JohnPublished by
UNITED ARTISTS MUSIC, LTD.;EMI UNART CATALOG INC.