No Aphrodisiac - The Whitlams

A letter to you on a cassette

Cause we don't write anymore

Gotta make it up quickly

There's people asleep on the second floor

There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness

Truth beauty and a picture of you

You'll be walking your dog in a few hours

I'll be asleep in my brother's house

You're a thousand miles away

With food between your teeth

Come up for summer I've got a place near the beach

There's room for your dog

There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness

Truth beauty and a picture of you

There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness

Truth beauty and a little picture of you

There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness

Truth youth beauty fame boredom and a bottle of pills

There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness

You shouldn't leave me alone

No aphrodisiac like loneliness

Bare feet like a tom-boy and a crooked smile

Truth youth beauty fame and boredom

Red hair no hair innocence

New year's Eve and a picture of you

A letter to you on a cassette

You shouldn't leave me alone

Forty shaved sexy she wants to do it all day

With a gun-toting trigger-happy tranny named Kinky Rene

Tired teacher twenty-eight seeks regular

Meetings for masculine muscular nappy-clad brutal breeding

While his wife rough-wrestles with a puppy all aquiver

On a wine-soaked strobe-lit Asiatic hall of mirrors

And a dash of loneliness

There's no aphrodisiac quite like it

Truth youth beauty

I got a little bit of fame

A little bit of boredom now

You shouldn't leave me alone baby

You shouldn't leave me alone

I got a video set-up in my bedroom

Be love you short time

Pay me suck his finger with some

Mad mad mad mad mad fine wine

Honey

I got a little bit of truth on my side

Now I got she where I want to at

And some new fame boredom truth

Youth beauty fame all quickness

And a picture of you