Eve's Plum - Post Orgasmic Depression lyrics

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 sh** ... 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 a**hole? Or me 'cos I'm a who*e? Well I dont really give a sh** ... Post Orgasmic Depression Well everytime I do this sh**, 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 sh** ... 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 sh** ... Post Orgasmic Depression uh huh, no, no, uh huh