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Anniversary Song
Belfast (Penguins & Cats)
Blame It On The Moon
Blue Shoes
Blues In The Night
Call Off The Search
Crawling Up A Hill
Cry, Baby Cry
Deep Purple
Dirty Dice
Downstairs To The Sun
Fancy
Faraway Voice
Ghost Town
Halfway Up The Hindu Kush
Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas
I Cried For You
I Do Believe In Love
If The Lights Go Out
If You Were A Sailboat
In My Secret Life
I Put A Spell On You
I Think It's Going To Rain Today
It's All In My Head
It's Only Pain
Jack's Room
Junk Mail
Just Like Heaven
Learnin' The Blues
Lilac Wine
Looking For Clues
Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds
Market Day In Guernica
Mary Pickford
Mockingbird Song
My Aphrodisiac Is You
Nine Million Bicycles
On The Road Again
Perfect Circle
Pictures On A Video Screen
Piece By Piece
Scary Films
Shy Boy
Sometimes When I'm Dreaming
Spellbound
Spider's Web
Stardust
Straight To DVD
Thankyou, Stars
The Closest Thing To Crazy
The Shirt Of A Ghost
This Year's Love
Tiger In The Night
Turn To Tell
Under The Cherry Moon
What I Miss About You
What It Says On The Tin
When You Taught Me How To Dance
 

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
With Spanish fly and roots to chew,
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
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.


Written by Mike Batt
Published by Dramatico / Sony Music Publishing
From the album 'Call Off The Search'