the moment after sex.( not in love)

I get done and start to search for your clothing
Lost in the sea off blankets that use to be a made bed
I find a piece at a time, some are in the hall way
I turn the t.v on to see what's new

As you put all of your clothing on
You look at me with that mess of make-up
Looks as though the joker did it for you
And say " call me tomorrow?"

I look at you with a big smile
Trying not to laugh at how ridiculous you look
And also trying to remember you name
And i say "get the fuck out"