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Versuri No aphrodisiac
- 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
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 Renée
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