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!