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