Love or Sale
Ella Fitzgerald Lyrics


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When the only sound in the empty street,
Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet
That belong to a lonesome cop
I open shop.

When the moon so long has been gazing down
On the wayward ways of this wayward town.
That her smile becomes a smirk,
I go 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 my supply?
Who`s prepared to pay the price,

For a trip to paradise?
Love for sale
Let the poets pipe of love
in their childish way,

I know every 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
Every love but true love
Love for sale.

Appetising young love for sale.
If you want to buy my wares.
Follow me and climb the stairs




Love for sale.
Love for sale.

Overall Meaning

In Ella Fitzgerald's song, Love or Sale, the lyrics present a woman who is willing to sell her love to anyone who wants it. The opening verse sets the mood of the song with a desolate setting of an empty street where the only sound is the heavy footsteps of a lone cop. It is in this setting that the woman opens shop; she is taking advantage of the emptiness to sell her love.


Throughout the song, the woman describes the love she is selling as fresh and unspoiled; however, she clarifies that it is only "slightly soiled." The repetition of the phrase "love for sale" at the end of each stanza highlights the woman's commodities, her love.


The lyrics further touch on the woman's experience with love. She claims to know every type of love better than poets do. She has been through the mill of love, experiencing all types of love except true love. The woman's willingness to sell love is an indication of her disillusionment with love's idealized version. Ultimately the lyrics of the song bring to light the idea that love can come at a price.


Line by Line Meaning

When the only sound in the empty street,
When there is no other noise in the street,


Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet
Except for the sound of footsteps of a lonesome police officer,


That belong to a lonesome cop
Who patrols this desolate street alone.


I open shop.
I start selling love.


When the moon so long has been gazing down
When the moon has seen for a long time,


On the wayward ways of this wayward town.
All the mischievous things happening around this town.


That her smile becomes a smirk,
That her face turns from a smile to an unpleasant smirk.


I go to work.
I begin to sell love.


Love for sale,
I'm selling love,


Appetizing young love for sale.
Young and desirable love that people would want to buy.


Love that`s fresh and still unspoiled,
This is love that has not been used or experienced yet.


Love that`s only slightly soiled,
Love that has had some minimal experience.


Who will buy?
Is anyone interested in buying?


Who would like to sample my supply?
Would anyone like to try out what I have on offer?


Who`s prepared to pay the price,
Who is willing to pay the price for what I'm selling?


For a trip to paradise?
For the feeling of extreme joy and happiness.


Let the poets pipe of love
Let the poets talk about love,


In their childish way,
In their simple and naive manner.


I know every type of love
I am familiar with every kind of love.


Better far than they.
I understand love in a better way than they do.


If you want the thrill of love,
If you are looking for the excitement that love brings,


I`ve been through the mill of love;
I have had many experiences with love.


Old love, new love
Whether it's an old relationship, or a new one,


Every love but true love
This is not true love, but every other kind.


Love for sale.
I'm still selling love.


Appetizing young love for sale.
Sweet, young and attractive love that people want to buy.


If you want to buy my wares.
If you would like what I am selling.


Follow me and climb the stairs
Come along with me and let's go upstairs.


Love for sale.
I'm still selling love.


Love for sale.
I'm still selling love.




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: PORTER, COLE

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@kony_natasha

When the only sound in the empty street
Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet
That belongs to a lonesome cop
I open shop
When the moon so long has been gazing down
On the wayward ways of this wayward town
That her smile becomes a smirk,
I go to work.
Love for sale, appetizing young love for sale
Love that's fresh and still unspoiled
Love that's only slightly spoiled
Love for sale
Who will buy?
Who would like to sample my supply?
Who's prepared to pay the price
For a trip to paradise?
Love for sale.
Let the poets pipe of love
In their childish way
I know every type of love
Better far than they.
If you want the trill of love,
I've been through the mill of love,
Old love, new love,
Every love but true love.
Love for sale.



@estheroluwalowo5792

When the only sound in the empty street,
Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet
That belong to a lonesome cop
I open shop.
When the moon so long has been gazing down
On the wayward ways of this wayward town.
That her smile becomes a smirk,
I go to work.

Love for sale,
Appetising 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 my supply?
Who's prepared to pay the price,
For a trip to paradise?
Love for sale
Let the poets pipe of love
in their childish way,
I know every 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
Every love but true love
Love for sale.

Appetising young love for sale.
If you want to buy my wares.
Follow me and climb the stairs
Love for sale.
Love for sale.



All comments from YouTube:

@Tavinho74

No one can outshine this! Ella, the best!

@dernup73

Doesn't get any better than Ella!

@scotnick59

NEVER!

@brahmburgers

Excellent vocals by Ella, and great song by Cole Porter.

@bradhuskers

Actually? When an artist breathes life into lyrics light years above what the Actual songwriter could never even imagine, Ella Fitzgerald owns the song.
The creative process isn't just the silent words on paper.
An artist breathes soul and life into them in a recording studio.

@boobookittifukk

Still my favourite female voice of all time.

@MsKoalababy

Same to me. And I have some CDs from her.

@mja91352

No question. She was the best.

@kale8133

Hands down.

@relatedzzz

boobookittifukk reasonable

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