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 the hairs across my head
I sucked in my gut and still she said
That she just didn't want to
I read her really, I'd 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 auditions 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 want to
I wrote a song with a hundred 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
That she just didn't want to
I thought I'd have another go,
I called her mah little O,
I felt like Marcel Marceau
must feel when she said that she just never wanted to.
She just didn't want 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
Damn, damn
No pussy blues
I got the no pussy blues
I got the no pussy blues
I got the no pussy blues
Damn, damn
