Explicit lyrics Friday (catch up post)
-
Artist:
-
Album:
-
Track:
Friday night was spent at a bar/club in the West End drinking and wishing a friend and colleague the best of success on his future enterprises (leaving do).
Hence this catch-up post
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 addictyou'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
Out 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 addictuh 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 remain
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
Hence this catch-up post
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 addictyou'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
Out 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 addictuh 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 remain
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
Comments (3)
What I like about Buzzcocks is the regional accent, years before Arctic Monkeys.