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 the hairs across my head I sucked in my gut and still she said That she just didn't want to I read her Eliot, read her Yeats I tried 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 Honeybee, I called her Love But that 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 patted 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 drank a litre 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 O 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 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, hey