Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Aphrodisiac, artist - Horrorshow. Date of issue: 14.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 at my brother’s house |
| You’re a thousand miles away |
| With food between your teeth |
| Come up for summer |
| I 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 |
| Don’t you know that there’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness |
| Youth, truth, beauty, fame, boredom and a bottle of pills |
| Yo |
| I wrote a letter on a cassette and sent it in the mail |
| To give chase when your ship was setting sail |
| Problem is that the devil’s in the detail |
| I need to feel your touch, put my fingers to the brail |
| So I sit and wait for you to write back |
| Up late sippin' on an eternal nightcap |
| But I don’t wan' be checkin' if you’re like that |
| I wanna be in your space askin', «Do you like that?» |
| Fuck texts, DMs, and mixed messages |
| Crossed wires, bad signal, no reception |
| I think we gettin' sick from the medicine |
| Got me chattin' to my therapist all about |
| Small talk, cocaine, ecstasy, alcohol |
| Hangovers, takeaway, carelessness, Panadol |
| Asparagus, chocolate, oysters |
| Shit, I’ve had 'em all, lemme tell you, 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 |
| Instagram 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-toting trigger-happy missy 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 |
| Said there’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness |
| Truth, beauty and a picture of you |
| Said there’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness |
| Truth, beauty and a picture of you |