No Pussy Blues - Adam Freeland Remix

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.
 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 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 Honeybee, I called her Love,
 But she just still didn't want to.
 She just never wants to.
 Dammit!
 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 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.
 I got the no pussy blues.
 I got the no pussy blues.
 I got the no pussy blues.
 I got the no pussy blues.
 I got the no pussy blues.
 I got the no pussy blues.
 I got the no pussy blues.