Long ago I sold my guilty innocence for a dollar that I spent
I later lost the love I’d bought; forgot to whom it had been lent
And although I’ve cried a thousand tears for the forgotten and the lost
I’ll never shed a single one, for what so long ago it cost
See, I’d gladly sell my innocence again, for that dollar that so quickly came and went
But if I had that dollar now I would not waste a cent
I’d buy a hope, a wish, a memory, a smile, and a sin
I’d buy a bit of happiness, and let love grow from within.