A letter to you on a ca**ette
'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 ca**ette
You shouldn't leave me alone Forty shaved s**y 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 s** his finger with some fine wine