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

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 tomboy 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-toting, trigger-happy tranny named Kinky Renee

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 setup, 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