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 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 pays me suck his finger with some fine wine
Truth, youth, beauty, fame, boredom， red hair， no hair， innocence，awkwardness,
impunity and a picture of you
- 专辑：Truth, Beauty and a Picture of You
- 歌手：The Whitlams
- 歌曲：No Aphrodisiac
