Sex addiction or what?
(Joe Nash you mad me write this ha)
Oh I’m a sex addict, yes that’s me,
I like to have sex with, two maybe three,
Not all at once, but I will if I can,
For sex addiction, is prevalent in man.
I have a fetish, for sex when I sleep,
I can’t tell, if I was in shallow, or deep,
As soon as I wake, I just can’t recall,
Whether or not I had sex at all.
Counselling, they say will make me well,
About this addiction, they want me to tell,
I simply don’t have a clue, what to say,
Other than, I think about sex, night and day.
Any good lady, whom I should meet,
I size them up from head to feet,
Now I’ve a thing for panties, in my pocket,
A hint of sex, and I’m in there, like a rocket,
I’m obsessed, but still I want sex,
If it’s not physical, I will have it by text,
All my addictions started in one go,
Listening to Joe Nash, on his radio show,
Battling on, sex addicts use it as an excuse,
And for having affairs, would be put to bad use,
Well if you take panties from the line, because the
weather is wet,
You are now an addict, as to remove them you forget.
And if you ask your partner to have a quiet night in,
You should visit confession for it has to be sin,
Sex should never be denigration,
Nor performed solely, on holy days of obligation.
I am now confused, as to whether I’m an addict or not,
Whatever I had, I appear to have forgot,
I do have sex and it’s a part of all life,
If I have an addiction, let it be with my wife.
