John Raymond Pollard

Lyrics

This addiction’s an affliction.
I am itching to get home to you.
I am smitten with addiction;
I am twitching to do what we do.

Never asked for a hit of crack,
A vat of acid, or a whiff of smack.
Look at my arms; you’ll find no tracks.
My only vice is you.

What can make me feel like this?
I’m addicted to your kiss.

This addiction’s an affliction.
I am itching to get home to you
I am smitten with addiction;
I am twitching to do what we do.

Afflicted by the worst of moods
I do not binge on booze or food.
An endless craving has me doomed.
My only vice is you.

What can make me feel like this?
I’m addicted to your kiss.

We may live in a run down shack
On the wrong side of the railroad track.
Every time our lips go smack
It’s paradise for two.

I’m not planning a trip to Mars.
Indeed, I may not get too far.
I’m happy being where you are.
My only vice is you.

What can make me feel like this?
I’m addicted to your kiss.
Sweet contentment peace and bliss.
I’m addicted to your kiss.
I’m addicted to your kiss.