Burn these sheets that we've just [bad word] 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 [bad word] with me 'cause I want 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  [bad word] 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  [bad word] 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