Текст песни: The Whitlams - 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 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 RenГ©e
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
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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 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 RenГ©e
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
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Charlie No.3
Chunky Chunky Air Guitar
Coming Over
Cries Too Hard
Don`t Love Too Long
Ease of the Midnight Visit
End of Your World
Fall for You
Following My Own Tracks
God Drinks at the Sando (1997)
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Out the Back
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Royal In the Afternoon
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Up Against the Wall
You Don`t Even Know My Name
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You Sound Like Louis Burdett
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