Whitlams lyrics

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 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 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 Get This Ringtone

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