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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 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 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 Wink
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 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 (rep.)