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.