Lyrics Orgasm Addict - Buzzcocks

Well, you tried it just for once, found it all right for kicks
But now you found out that it's a habit that sticks

And you're an orgasm addict
You're an orgasm addict

Sneaking in the back door with dirty magazines
Now your mother wants to know, "What are those stains on your jeans?"

And you're an orgasm addict
You're an orgasm addict
Uh-huh, uh-huh, ah
Ah, ah, ah

You get in a heat, you get in a sulk
But you still keep a-beating your meat to pulp

And you're an orgasm addict
You're an orgasm addict

You're a kid Casanova, you're no Joseph
It's a labor of love fucking yourself to death

Orgasm addict
You're an orgasm addict
Uh-huh, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

You're makin' out with school kids
Winos and heads of state
You've even made it with the lady
Who puts the little plastic bobbins on the Christmas cakes
Butchers' assistants and bellhops
You've had them all here and there
Children of God and their joy strings
International women with no body hair

Ooh, so well, you're asking in an alley and your voice ain't steady
The sex mechanic's rough, you're more than ready

You're an orgasm addict
You're an orgasm addict

Johnny want fuckie all ways and always
He's got the energy, he will amaze

He's an orgasm addict
He's an orgasm addict

He's always at it
He's always at it
And he's an orgasm addict
He's an orgasm addict