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A letter to you on a cassette |
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'Cause we don't write anymore |
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Gotta make it up quickly |
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There's people asleep on the second floor |
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There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness |
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Truth, beauty and a picture of you |
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You'll be walking your dog in a few hours |
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I'll be asleep in my brother's house |
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You're a thousand miles away |
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With food between your teeth |
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Come up for summer I've got a place near the beach |
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There's room for your dog |
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There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness |
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Truth, beauty and a picture of you |
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There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness |
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Truth, beauty and a picture of you |
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There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness |
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Youth, truth, beauty, fame, boredom and a bottle of pills |
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There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness |
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You shouldn't leave me alone |
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There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness |
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Bare feet like a tom-boy and a crooked smile |
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Truth, youth, beauty, fame, boredom |
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Red hair, no hair, innocence |
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Saturday and a picture of you |
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A letter to you on a cassette |
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You shouldn't leave me alone |
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Forty shaved sexy wants to do it all day |
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With a gun-totin' trigger-happy tranny named Kinky Renee |
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Tired teacher twenty-eight seeks regular meetings |
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For masculine muscular nappy-clad brutal breeding |
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While his wife rough-wrestles with a puppy all aquiver |
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On a wine-soaked strobe-lit Asiatic hall of mirrors |
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And a dash of loneliness |
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There's no aphrodisiac quite like it |
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Truth, youth, beauty, fame, boredom |
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Red hair, no hair, innocence, impunity and a picture of you |
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I got a video set-up me, love you short time |
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She pay me suck his finger with some fine wine |
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And a dash of loneliness |
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Truth, youth, beauty, fame, boredom |
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Red hair, no hair, innocence, awkwardness |
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Impunity, and a picture of you |