F..ck It Lyrics

Aidan John Moffat F..ck It

Sex always makes me hungry,
and I could have a feast tonight,
but who was on your mind
when I got my appetite?
I'm sure it wasn't me,
but I'm not bothered if you lied-
something we're this good at
shouldn't ever be denied.

You mark me out of ten,
lying here, with your legs shaking,
knowing it's not love,
just a nine-points mess we're making.