No Pussy Blues . Grinderman

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 just said 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 even then she just said that she just didn´t want to.

I bought her a dozen snow-white doves,
I did her dishes in rubber gloves,
I called her Honeybee, I called her Love,
Oh But she just didn't want to.
Aah!
Oow!
Damn!
Damn!

I sent her every type of flower,
I played her guitar by the hour,
I patted her revolting little chihuahua,
But even then she just said that she didn't want to.

I thought I'd try another tack,
I drank a litre of cognac,
I threw her down upon her back,
But she just lay after me and said that she just didn't want to.

I thought I'd have another go,
I called her my little ho,
I felt like Marcel Marceau must feel
when she lay after me and say that she just didn´t want to.
She just never wants to.

I got the No Pussy Blues.
I got the No Pussy Blues.
I got the No Pussy Blues!
wooww!

I got the No Pussy Blues!
I got the No Pussy Blues!
I got the No Pussy Blues!
I got the No Pussy Blues!
Damn!

Damn!
Damn!
Damn!

I got the No Pussy Blues!
I got the No Pussy Blues!
I got the No Pussy Blues!

I got the No Pussy Blues!
Damn!