Cheap cut satin and bad perfume
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Showtime is almost here
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Teased up by a strip cartoon
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Laughing up your sleeve
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Sniggering in your beer
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He'd seen the bottom of a lot of glasses
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But he'd never seen love so near
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He'd seen love get so expensive
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But he'd never seen love get so dear
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[Chorus:]
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Now I know that you're all King Horse
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Between tenderness and brute force [Repeat]
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She can turn upon a sixpence in the mouth and trousers set
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Hit the bill, ring the bell, never spill a sip
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And still she knows the kind of tip that she is gonna get
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A lot of loose exchanges, precious little respect
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When it's someone else's weekend
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That's the best you can expect
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[Chorus]
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So fond of the fabric
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So fond of fabrication
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From comic books to tragic
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Through the heart of complications
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Meanwhile back in some secluded spot
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He says 'will you please?' and she says 'stop'
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If I ever lose this good thing that I've got
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I never want to hear the song you dedicated tonight
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Cause I knew that song so long before we met
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That it means much more than it might
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[Chorus]
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King Horse
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| Elvis Costello |
