No Pussy Blues

My face is finished, my body's gone

And I can't help but think standing up here

In all this applause and gazing 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 her if I could take her out

But she said that she didn't want to

I changed the sheets on my bed

I comb the hairs across my head

I sucked in my gut and still she said

That she just didn't want to

I read her Elliott, I read her Yates

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 the guitar by the hour

I petted her revolting little chihuahua

But still, she just didn't wanted to

I wrote a song with a hundred lines

I picked a bunch of dandelions

I walked her trough the trembling pines

But she just even then didn't want to

She just never wants to

I thought I'd try another tac'

I drank a liter of Cognac

I threw her down upon her back

But she just laughed, and said that she just didn't want to

I thought I'd have another go

I called her my little ho

I felt like my soul, my soul 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

I got the no pussy blues

No pussy blues

I got the no pussy blues

I got the no pussy blues

I got the no pussy blues