Afterwards

[Verse 1: Aidan Moffat] The bed's a mess when we're finished and at rest And I can just see the post-fuck flush across your chest The telly's silent, the room's lit only by the screen And now we're perfect moulds with just our pulses in between [Verse 2: Adele Bethel] Well I'm not listening to what my mother said - What we're doing inside my bed And I'm not pretending this time you're someone else But I'm cleaning these sheets all by myself [Chorus: Aidan Moffat] Afterwards is best You get up to get dressed - I think your pants are by the door I think tomorrow we might be sore [Verse 3: Aidan Moffat] Even in this light, your tits look white against the tanning And I know we're a couple now 'cause we went down the family planning It hit me in the waiting room waiting for you when you were getting what you need But I can't help be a bit disappointed when you start to bleed [Outro: Adele Bethel] Afterwards is best You get up to get dressed - I think your pants are by the door I think tomorrow we might be sore