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