No pussy blues

My face is finished
My body's gone
And I can't help but think
Standin' up here in all this applause
And gazin' down at all the young and the beautiful
With their questioning eyes
That I must above all things love myself
That I must above all things love myself
That I must above all things love myself

I saw a girl in the crowd
I ran over I shouted out
I asked if I could take her out
But she said that she didn't want to

I changed the sheets on my bed
I combed my hair across my head
I sucked in my gut and still she said
That she just didn't want to

I read her Elliot, I read her Yeats
I tried my best to stay up late
I fixed the hinges on her gate
But still she just never wanted to

I bought her a dozen snow white doves
I did her dishes in rubber gloves
I called her honey bee, I called her love
But she just still didn't want to
She just never wants to
Damn!

I sent her every type of flower
I played her guitar by the hour
I padded her revolting little chihuahua
But still she just didn't want to

I wrote a song with 100 lines
I picked a bunch of dandelions
I walked her through the trembling pines
But she just even then didn't want to
She just never wants to

I thought I'd try another 'tack
I'd drink a liter of cognac
I threw up down her back
But she just laughed and said she just didn't want to

I thought I'd have another go
I called her my little ho
I felt like Marcel Marceau must feel when
She said that she just never wanted to
She just didn't want to

I got the no pussy blues
I got the no pussy blues!
Wo! Damn!