Orgasm Addict - Momus

You tried it just for once

Found it all right for kicks

But now you’ve found out

It’s a habit that sticks

You’re an orgasm addict

Orgasm addict

Sneaking in the back door

With dirty magazines

Your mother wants to know

About the stains on your jeans

You’re an orgasm addict

Orgasm addict

You get in heat

You get in a sulk

But you still keep beating

Your meat to a pulp

You’re an orgasm addict

Orgasm addict

You’re a kid Casanova

You’re no Joseph

It’s a labour of love

Fucking yourself to death

You’re an orgasm addict

Orgasm addict

You’re making out with schoolkids

Winos and heads of state

You’ve even made it with the lady

Who puts the little plastic robins

On Christmas cakes

Butcher’s assistants and bell hops

You’ve had 'em all here and there

Children of God and the joy streams

International women with no body hair

Johnny want fucky

Everywhere and always

He’s got the energy

He will amaze

He’s an orgasm addict

He’s always at it

He’s an orgasm addict

He’s got the habit

Orgasm addict

Orgasm addict

He’s always at it

He’s got the habit

Orgasm addict

Orgasm addict

Orgasm addict

He’s always at it