No Aphrodisiac - The Whitlams


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A letter to yo

u on a cassett

e

'cause we don'

t write anymor

e

gotta make it 

up quickly - 

there's people

 asleep on the

 second floor
 
 
            
There's no aph

            
rodisiac like 


loneliness
            
truth, beauty,

            
 and a picture

    
 of you.
 
         
 
            
You'll be walk

           
ing your dog i

n a few hours

I'll be asleep

 in my brother

's house

You're a thous

and miles away

 
     
with food betw

een your teeth
          
Come up for su

              
mmer, I've got

   
 a place near 

the beach
            
There's room f

              
or your dog
 
            
There's no aph

            
rodisiac like 


loneliness
            
truth, beauty,

            
 and a picture

    
 of you.


         
 
            
There's no aph

            
rodisiac like 


loneliness
            
truth, beauty,

            
 and a picture

    
 of you.
            
There's no aph

            
rodisiac like 


loneliness
              
Youth, truth, 

            
beauty, fame, 

            
boredom, and a

            
 bottle of pil

ls
 
    
 
            
There's no aph

            
rodisiac like 


loneliness
            
You shouldn't 

          
leave me alone
            
There's no aph

            
rodisiac like 


loneliness
            
Bare feet like

            
 a tomboy, and

           
 a crooked smi

le
 
              
Truth, youth, 

            
beauty, fame, 

            
boredom, red h

            
air, no hair, 

       
innocence, 
          
Saturday, and 

            
a picture of y

ou
          
A letter to yo

              
u on a cassett


e
            
You shouldn't 

         
leave me alone
 
            
Forty and shav

            
ed, sexy, want

              
s to do it all

  
 day
            
with a gun-tot

              
in' trigger-ha

            
ppy trannie na

         
med Kinky Rene

e
            
Tired teacher 

              
twenty-eight s

     
eeks regular m

eetings
     
for masculine 

muscular nappy

-clad brutal b

reeding
            
while his wife

            
 rough-wrestle

              
s with a puppy

           
 all 
            
aquiver on a w

              
ine-soaked str

              
obe-lit asiati

  
c hall of mirr

ors
            
and a dash of 

 
loneliness
            
There's no aph

            
rodisiac quite

 
 like it 
 
              
Truth, youth, 

            
beauty, fame, 

            
boredom, red h

            
air, no hair, 

      
innocence, 
          
impunity, and 

              
a picture of y


ou
            
I got a video 

     
setup me love 

you short time

she pay me suc

k his finger w

ith some fine 

wine
          
and a dash of 

  
loneliness
 
              
Truth, youth, 

            
beauty, fame, 

            
boredom, red h

            
air, no hair, 

      
innocence, 
            
awkwardness, i

            
mpunity, and a

           
 picture of yo

u.

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