My Aphrodisiac Is You

November 2003

Some people say
That oysters make you come on strong,
But I don’t buy it,
I don’t believe my diet turns me on.
Won’t take no pills,
That’s the last thing that I need to do,
I can’t deny it,
My aphrodisiac is you.

Alright, I could sniff some powdered rhino horn,
And go to bed in rubber gloves.
But I don’t need no stimulation,
Potions, balms or embrocation, I’m in love,
In other words:

Don’t smoke no grass,
Or opium from old Hong Kong,
That hubble-bubble
Just makes me see you double
All night long.
Don’t waste my time
They cause me trouble,
Because my aphrodisiac is you.

Alright, I could sniff some powdered rhino horn,
And go to bed in rubber gloves.
But I don’t need no stimulation,
Potions, balms or embrocation, I’m in love,
In other words:

Some people like
Like to read the khama sutra first
But I don’t need it
I think if I should read it
I’d be worse;

Don’t ask me why,
‘Cause baby, I ain’t got a clue.
I just concede it,
My aphrodisiac Is you.