Lyrics - Post Orgasmic Depression by Eves Plum

I saw you at the party,
I knew we `oughta be
Well you were hungry for my box that made you pity me
I took you to my bedroom,
I was hoping for a treat
Well now the party's over,
I wish you'd hit the street
Well
I dont really give a shit ...
Post
Orgasmic
Depression
Oh well you were such a god before you slip it in
And now my weight is___
The hate comes rolling in.
I'm staring at the cieling,
Now who do
I hate more?
You because you're an asshole?
Or me 'cos
I'm a whore?
Well
I dont really give a shit ...
Post
Orgasmic
Depression
Well everytime
I do this shit,
It always ends the same
It starts out orthodontist,
Ends up looking lame
I wish
I could control it,
I wish
I could refrain
Here he comes,
He's hard again
Well
I dont really give a shit ...
Post
Orgasmic
Depression
Uh huh uh huh
Tell me that
I dont have better things
To do with my time
Oh
Well
I dont really give a shit ...
Post
Orgasmic
Depression uh huh, no, no, uh huh

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