The Whitlams - No Aphrodisiac

[Verse 1]A letter to you on a cassette'Cause we don't write anymoreGotta make it up quicklyThere's people asleep on the second floor[Chorus]There's no aphrodisiac like lonelinessTruth, beauty, and a picture of you[Verse 2]You'll be walking your dog in a few hoursI'll be asleep in my brother's houseYou're a thousand miles awayWith food between your teethCome up for summer, I've got a place near the beachThere's room for your dog[Chorus]There's no aphrodisiac like lonelinessTruth, beauty, and a picture of you[Chorus]There's no aphrodisiac like lonelinessTruth, beauty, and a picture of youThere's no aphrodisiac like lonelinessYouth, truth, beauty, fameBoredom and a bottle of pills[Chorus]There's no aphrodisiac like lonelinessYou shouldn't leave me alone[Verse 3]There's no aphrodisiac like lonelinessBare feet like a tomboy and a crooked smileTruth, youth, beauty, fameBoredom, red hair, no hair, innocenceSaturday and a picture of youA letter to you on a cassetteYou shouldn't leave me alone[Verse 4]Forty, shaved, sexy wants to do it all dayWith a gun-toting, trigger-happy tranny named Kinky ReneeTired teacher, twenty-eight, seeks regular meetingsFor masculine, muscular, nappy-clad, brutal breedingWhile his wife rough-wrestles with a puppy all aquiverOn a wine-soaked, strobe-lit Asiatic hall of mirrorsAnd a dash of loneliness[Chorus]There's no aphrodisiac quite like itTruth, youth, beauty, fameBoredom, red hair, no hair, innocenceImpunity and a picture of youI got a video setup, me love you short timeShe pay me suck his finger with some fine wineAnd a dash of loneliness[Outro]Truth, youth, beauty, fameBoredom, red hair, no hair, innocenceAwkwardness, impunity and a picture of you