Anne Clark - 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 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.