Karaoké No Aphrodisiac The Whitlams

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 walkin' 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 Renée

Tired teacher, twenty-eight seeks regular meetings for a masculine muscular nappy-clad brutal breedin'

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 paid 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