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ADDICTED
Lyrics and music by Michael Phillips



There are more types of addiction than just those – sometimes hypocritically – deplored in and branded by T.V. news, newspapers, magazines etc., some of which have not only reached general acceptance, or are dismissed as kinks or quirks, but have become hip and a 'must' to those who not only wish to swim with the tide but also to be at the vanguard of society, let alone 'legal' commercial interests, capitalizing heavily on these 'everyday' addictions that are addictions in their own right and may cause similar damage to the persons affected of suffering from them.

You may be addicted to a woman´s tenderness,
Addicted to her perfume.
You may be addicted to the fragrance
She leaves in a room.
You may be addicted to her accent,
Addicted to the way she talks.
You may be addicted to her gracefulness
And the way she walks.
You may be addicted to her determinedness
Controlled by her iron will,
But you´ll never find no doctor
That could ever cure your ill.
You may be addicted to information,
Addicted to TV.
You may be addicted to sensations
You get all but for free.
You may be addicted to the news show,
Addicted to the world of sport.
You may be addicted to watching people sweat
As they testify in court.
You may be addicted to violence,
To seein´ another man´s blood flow,
You needn´t have to worry about your addiction,
They put you in the center, first row.

You may be addicted to danger,
Addicted to break-neck speed.
You may be addicted to high adrenalin
That gives you all the kick you need.
You may be addicted to working out
In your new gymnastistics suit.
You may be addicted to the free fall,
Secured by a parachute.
You may be addicted to flyin´,
To the feeling high above the earth.

Big business scrambles for your addiction,
It´s billions of dollars worth.

You may be addicted to the limelight,
Addicted to fame.
You may be addicted to bein´ lionized,
Addicted to acclaim.
You may be addicted to power,
Addicted to success.
You may be addicted to excitedness,
To high-level stress.
You may be addicted to your profession,
Addicted even to work,
But you may feel alright about your addiction,
It yields good money and lots of perks.

You may be addicted to pornography,
Addicted to nudes.
You may be addicted to the skid row
And the lewdness it exudes.
You may be addicted to black lingerie,
Addicted to getting stripped.
You may be addicted to sado-masochism,
Addicted to getting whipped.
You may be addicted to humiliation,
Addicted even to pain,
But your addiction will go ignored
For they´ll just say that you´re insane.

You may be addicted to your computer,
Addicted to your cellphone.
You may be addicted to self-importance
That makes you speak in an imperious tone.
You may be addicted to the sound
Of your heels as they click.
You may be addicted to giving speeches,
Addicted to laying it on thick.
You may be addicted to doing business
In your long black limousine,
But your addiction will be idolized
By some glossy magazine.

You may be addicted to jewels,
Addicted to the shine of gold.
You may be addicted to buying ritzy clothes,
To having the first ones sold.
You may be addicted to dining out
In high-tone places of your choice.
You may be addicted to the amusement
In the back of your Rolls Royce.
You may be addicted to pandering to notables
At your lavish party buffet,
But no one will touch you for your addiction
As long as you make their day.

You may be addicted to the Pacific sunset,
To living in Bel-Air.
You may be addicted to the sunshine there
And the Californian flair.
You may be addicted to surfing,
Addicted to sprawling on the beach.
You may be addicted to seeking out
Celebs like Stacey Keach.
You may be addicted to anything
Someone just frowns upon or shrugs
If your addiction is not illegal…