****** Addict

Well you tried it just for once

Found it alright for kicks

But now you found out

It's a habit that sticks

And you're an ****** addict

You're an ****** 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 ****** addict

You're an ****** addict

You get in a heat

You get in a sulk

But you still keep on beatin'

Your meat to pulp

And you're an ****** addict

You're an ****** addict

You're a kid Cassanova

You're a no-Joseph

It's a labour of love

****ing yourself to death

****** addict

You're an ****** 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 bellhops

You've had 'em all here and there

Children of god and their joy strings

International women with no body hair

So you're asking in an alley

And you're voice ain't steady

The *** mechanic's rough

You're more than ready

You're an ****** addict

You're an ****** addict

Johnnie want ****ie

All ways and always

He's got the energy

He will amaze

He's an ****** addict

He's an ****** addict

He's always at it

He's always at it

And he's an ****** addict

He's an ****** addict