Letra de After Dinner

Don't ask for permission
Bon appétit
Sometimes I can't be friendly
Copperhead, copperhead
I just don't got it in me
But I heard what you said, I heard what you said
My dead idols sprawled all over the floor
Some young bossa girl telling me to want more
I'm saving this for next time
I'm saving this for next time
I'm saving this for next time and you wonder why
Sometimes I can't be friendly
Copperhead, copperhead
I just don't got it in me
But I heard what you said, I heard what you said
The lay of the land has become a chore
Hit me with your lips and I start to see more
I'm saving you for next time
I'm saving you for next time
I'm saving you for next time and you wonder why
Don't ask for permission
Bon appétit
Bon appétit
Bon appétit
Bon appétit