"Love for sale.
Love for sale.
Say, Mister, could I interest you in some love for sale?
No, my sale isn't going well.
I guess it's not hard to tell
that everyone knows my love is used.

I wasn't always standing here
hawking love.
I once was just like you,
walking arm in arm on a Friday night,
going out for a drink,
just him and me...everything was right.

But, you know how it is...
nothing lasts.
He said I wasn't smart enough or sharp enough
or something or other 'not' enough.
Then he walked away without looking back.
I never did find all the pieces of my heart."