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 all those stains on your jeans
And you're an orgasm addict
You're an orgasm addict
Uh huh, uh huh, uhhhhh, uhhhhh 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 cassanova. you're a no-josep
It's a labour of love fucking yourself to death
Orgasm addict
You're an orgasm addict
Uh huh, uhhhhh you're makin' out with school kids, winos and heads of state
You even made it with the lady
Who puts the little plastic bobins 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
Oooh, so where they're askin' in an alley and your voice ain't steady
If your sex mechanic's rough you're more than ready
You're an orgasm addict
You're an orgasm addict
Johnny want fuckie always and all ways
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