Cheap cut satin and bad perfume

Showtime is almost here

Teased up by a strip cartoon

Laughing up your sleeve

Sniggering in your beer

He'd seen the bottom of a lot of glasses

But he'd never seen love so near

He'd seen love get so expensive

But he'd never seen love get so dear Now I know that you're all King Horse

Between tenderness and brute force

Now I know that you're all King Horse

Between tenderness and brute force She can turn upon a sixpence in the mouth and trousers set

Hit the bill, ring the bell, never spill a sip

And still she knows the kind of tip that she is gonna get

A lot of loose exchanges, precious little respect

When it's someone else's weekend

That's the best you can expect Now I know that you're all King Horse

Between tenderness and brute force

Now I know that you're all King Horse

Between tenderness and brute force So fond of the fabric

So fond of fabrication

From comic books to tragic

Through the heart of complications

Meanwhile back in some secluded spot

He says 'will you please?' and she says 'stop'

If I ever lose this good thing that I've got

I never want to hear the song you dedicated tonight

'Cause I knew that song so long before we met

That it means much more than it might Now I know that you're all King Horse

Between tenderness and brute force

Now I know that you're all King Horse

Between tenderness and brute force Now I know that you're all King Horse

Between tenderness and brute force

Now I know that you're all King Horse

Between tenderness and brute force