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 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 rene

Tired teacher twenty eight

Seeks regular meetings

Masculine

Muscular

Nappy clad

Brutal breeding

While his wife rough wrestles

With a puppy all aquiver

On a wine soaked strobelit 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 setup

Me love you short time

She pay me suck his finger with

Fine wine

And addiction loneliness

Truth

Youth

Beauty

Fame

Boredom

Red hair

No hair

Innocence

On quickness

Impunity

And a picture of you