My face is finishednMy body's gonenAnd I can't help but thinknStanding up here in all this applausenAnd gazing down at all the young and the beautifulnWith their questioning eyesnThat I must above all things love myselfnThat I must above all things love myselfnThat I must above all things love myselfnnI saw a girl in the crowdnI went over, I shouted outnI asked if I could take her outnBut she said that she didn't want tonnI changed the sheets on my bednI combed the hairs across my headnI sucked in my gut and still she said nThat she just didn't want tonnI read her Eliot, I read her YeatsnI tried my best to stay up latenI fixed the hinges on her gatenBut still she just never wanted tonnI bought her a dozen snow white dovesnI did her dishes in rubber glovesnI called her Honeybee, I called her lovenBut she just still didn't want tonShe just never wants tonDAMN!nnI sent her every type of flowernI played her a guitar by the hournI petted her revolting little ChihuahuanBut still she just didn't want tonnI wrote a song with a hundred linesnI picked a bunch of dandelionsnI walked her through the trembling pinesnBut she just even then didn't want tonShe just never wants tonnI thought I'd try another tactnI drank a litre of CognacnI threw her down upon her backnBut she just laughed and said she just didn't want tonnI thought I'd have another gonI called her my little honI felt like Marcel Marceau must feelnBut she said she just never wanted tonShe just didn't want tonnI've got the No Pussy BluesnI've got the No Pussy BluesnI've got the No Pussy Blues!nDAMN!nnNo Pussy BluesnI've got the No Pussy BluesnI've got the No Pussy BluesnI've got the No Pussy BluesnnDAMN!nDAMN!