My face is finished, my bodys gone. And I cant 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 didnt 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 didnt 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 didnt 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 didnt 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 didnt want to. She just never wants to. I thought Id 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 didnt want to. I thought Id 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 didnt want to. I got the no pussy blues. I got the no pussy blues. I GOT THE NO PUSSY BLUES
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 23:23:57 +0000
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