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
CHORUS: 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
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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 loose this good thing that I got I 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