Stink

Burn these sheets that we've just fucked in

My weekend beacon, I've been sucked in

Just one more time and then you'll get tucked in

I think you might still be my best

Come with me 'cause I need a thrill now

It's okay 'cause I'm on the pill now

We hardly spoke, we just stood around looming

Then we slipped away while the party was booming

We've got so good now at just presuming

Why won't you let me rest?

Come with me now, no-one will miss you

Do what you want, don't expect me to kiss you

It's your skin and your breath and your sweat and greasy hair

The empty cans and makeshift ashtrays everywhere

Strangers waking up in the Monday morning stink

- of course I feel sick, but it's not why you think

Come with me, but this is the last time

Understand you're no more than a pastime

My sharp exit could not have been quicker

But my excuse could have been a bit slicker

Just be polite now and get down and lick her

I think it's time we both get dressed