Anne Clark Armchair Theatre song lyrics

This house is full of loneliness

Of sad weary silence

I switch on the television

For some company

Two actors

A man and a woman

Give exaggerated little moans

As they simulate

A so called stimulating fuck

For my entertainment

Beneath the endless groans

It's not real

It's pretend

Just like we pretended that last time

To make love

Night is the most difficult part of all

I don't need this

I don't need this

I don't need this

This vile, crude reminder

Of how we play out our roles

Without any script at all.