No Aphrodisiac Lyrics - Singles - 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 picture of you 

There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness 

Youth, truth, beauty, fame, boredom and a bottle of pills 

There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness 

You shouldn't leave me alone 

There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness 

Bare feet like a tom-boy and a crooked smile 

Truth, youth, beauty, fame, boredom 

Red hair, no hair, innocence 

Saturday and a picture of you 

A letter to you on a cassette 

You shouldn't leave me alone 

Forty shaved sexy wants to do it all day 

With a gun-totin' trigger-happy tranny named Kinky Renee 

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, fame, boredom 

Red hair, no hair, innocence, impunity and a picture of you 

I got a video set-up me, love you short time 

She pay me suck his finger with some fine wine 

And a dash of loneliness 

Truth, youth, beauty, fame, boredom 

Red hair, no hair, innocence, awkwardness 

Impunity, and a picture of you