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 my hair across my head
I sucked in my gut and still she said
that she just didn't want to

I read her (don't know) and 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 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 padded her revolted little (don't know)
but still she just didn't want to

I wrote a song with 100 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 she just didn't want to

I thought I'd have another go
I called her my little ho
I felt like (don't know) soul must feel when
she said that she just never wanted to
she just didn't want to

I got the no pussy blues (rep.)

Seems I was wrong with the flowers...