A letter to you
on a cassette
'Cos 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 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