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