Clark Anne - Armchair Theatre 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 f** For my entertainment Beneath the endless groans It's not real It's pretend Just like we pretended that last time To make you Night is the most difficult part off all I don't need this This vile, crude reminder Of how we play out our roles Without any script at all