Story Behind The Song

We used to rehearse across from an old 10 cents a dance parlor in NY's Times Square and at the same time, I was living on the Lower East Side on a block that had streetwalkers and I'd see the universality of sleaze.

Lyrics

Buy Your Love

We got big ones, small ones, short ones, tall ones, yeah!
We got boys that looks like girls, girls just like the boy next store
Say what you need, we'll sink that low
It's better than tv, it's a real late show
Buy your love...

Come here Mr. Fatcat - buy your love
Say you need red paint to make your loving soar- buy your love
Say she's gotta look just like your mother
How'd you like a nazi girl in black leather

It don't really matter, it's too late to care,
Say you gotta daughter, I saw her standing there

Chocolate or vanilla, meet Francine or camilla oh yeah
Hot pants, no pants short ones tall ones yeah
On any corner, on any street
Satin ballroom, or Forsyth street.
Buy your love..

It don't really matter, it's too late to care,
Say you gotta daughter, I saw her standing there...

Buy your love....