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 (repeat). 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. Chorus. 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.