Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh

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 so near

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

Oh-oh-oh

She can turn upon a sixpence in the mouth-and-trousers set
Hit the till, ring the bill, and never spill a sip
And still she knows the kind of tip that she is gonna get
A lotta 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
Oo-oo-ooh

So fond of the fabric
So fond of fabrication
From comic books to tragic
Through the heart of complication

Meanwhile back in some secluded spot
He says, "Will you please?" and she says, "Stop"
If I ever lose this good thing that I got
I never wanna hear the song you dedicated tonight
'Cause, you see, I knew that song so long before we met
That it means much less 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...