No Aphrodisiac

Lyrics
[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness Truth, beauty and a picture of you [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Instrumental break] [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] 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... [Verse 4] Forty, shaved, sexy, wants to do it all day With a gun-totin', trigger-happy tranny named Kinky Renée Tired teacher, twenty-eight, seeks regular meetings For a 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 [Verse 5] I got a video set-up Me love you short time She paid 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
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Credits
- Writers
- Tim Freedman
- Matt Ford
- Glen Dormand