Tony Bennett, Lady Gaga
Love For Sale

When the only sound in the empty street
Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet
That belong to a lonesome cop
She opens shop
When the moon so long has been gazing down
On the wayward ways of this wayward town
Then her smile becomes a smirk
She goes 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 her supply?
Who's prepared to pay the price
For a trip to paradise?