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
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 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!
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 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
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 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
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 No pussy blues
 I got the no pussy blues
 I got the no pussy blues
 I got the no pussy blues, hey