No Aphrodisiac

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