(Lee Brilleaux/Gypie Mayo)



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 sell it by the pound

Every kind of vice

Is 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

Every kind of vice

Is only merchandise



When you're feeling down

And you take it on the streets

Take your boys, you'll need them

It's gonna lift you off your feet

You really gonna fly

When you remember what I said

Moaning like a sleeper

And you'll wish that you were dead

Now it's lovin' or it's leave her

Or it's this or that

The man who's selling tickets

That's getting fat

Every kind of vice

Is only merchandise