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