Cheap cut satin and bad perfume Showtime is almost here Tears stop by your strength Caught you laughing up your sleeve Sniggering in your beer Seen the bottom of a lot of glasses But he's never seen love so near He'd seen love get so expensive But he'd never seen love 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 a pot of sixpence In the mouth and trouser set Hit the till, ring the bill, never spill a sip And still she knows the kind of tip She is going to get A lot of loose exchanges Precious little respect But if someone else is weakened That's the best that 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 fine knit a fabric So fine a fabrication From comic books to tragic To the art of conversation Meanwhile back in some secluded spot He says, "Will you please" and she says, "Stop" If I ever lose this good thing that I gotI never want to hear the song you dedicated tonight You see 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