And still she knows the kind of tip
Now I know that you're all king horse
Now I know that you're all king horse
Between tenderness and brute force
So fine knit a fabric
You see I knew that song so long before we met
In the mouth and trouser set
From comic books to tragic
Seen the bottom of a lot of glasses
She can turn a pot of sixpence
That's the best that you can expect
That it means much more than it might
But if someone else is weakened
He says, "Will you please" and she says, "Stop"
Now I know that you're all king horse
Caught you laughing up your sleeve
Between tenderness and brute force
If I ever lose this good thing that I got
To the art of conversation
Precious little respect
But he'd never seen love so dear
He'd seen love get so expensive
Now I know that you're all king horse
I never want to hear the song you dedicated tonight
Hit the till, ring the bill, never spill a sip
A lot of loose exchanges
Now I know that you're all king horse
Between tenderness and brute force
Sniggering in your beer
Tears stop by your strength
She is going to get
Between tenderness and brute force
Now I know that you're all king horse
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
Between tenderness and brute force
So fine a fabrication
But he's never seen love so near
Meanwhile back in some secluded spot
