Buzz Poets - Orgasm Addict

well you tried it out for once,
found it alright for kicks.
but then you found out
it's a habit that sticks

you're an orgams addict
you're an orgams addict

sneakin' in the back door
with dirty magazines
and your mother wants to know
"what are those stains on your jeans?"

you're an orgams addict
you're an orgams addict

you get in a heat,
you get in a sulk
but you still keep beatin'
your meat to pulp

you're an orgams addict
you're an orgams addict

you're a kid cassanova
you're a no-joseph
it's a labor of love
fucking yourself to death

you're an orgams addict
you're an orgams addict

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 robbins
on the christmas cakes

butcher's assistants and belhops
you've had 'em all here and there
children of god and their joystrings
international women with no body hair

so you're asking in an alley
and you're voice ain't steady
the sex mechanic's rough
you're more than ready

you're an orgams addict
you're an orgams addict

johnnie 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 an orgasm addict.