| My face is finished, my body’s gone
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| And I can’t help but think standin' up here
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| In all this applause and gazin' down
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| At all the young and the beautiful
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| With their questioning eyes
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| That I must above all things love myself
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| That I must above all things love myself
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| That I must above all things love myself
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| I saw a girl in the crowd
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| I ran over I shouted out
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| I asked if I could take her out
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| But she said that she didn’t want to
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| I changed the sheets on my bed
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| I combed the hairs across my head
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| I sucked in my gut and still she said
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| That she just didn’t want to
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| I read her Eliot, read her Yeats
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| I tried my best to stay up late
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| I fixed the hinges on her gate
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| But still she just never wanted to
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| I bought her a dozen snow-white doves
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| I did her dishes in rubber gloves
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| I called her Honeybee, I called her Love
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| But she just still didn’t want to
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| She just never wants to
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| Dammit!
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| I sent her every type of flower
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| I played her guitar by the hour
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| I patted her revolting little chihuahua
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| But still she just didn’t want to
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| I wrote a song with a hundred lines
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| I picked a bunch of dandelions
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| I walked her through the trembling pines
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| But she just even then didn’t want to
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| She just never wants to
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| I thought I’d try another tack
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| I drank a litre of cognac
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| I threw her down upon her back
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| But she just laughed and said
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| That she just didn’t want to
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| I thought I’d have another go
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| I called her my little ho
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| I felt like Marcel Marceau
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| Must feel when she said
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| That she just never wanted to
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| She just didn’t want to
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| I got the no pussy blues
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| I got the no pussy blues
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| I got the no pussy blues
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| God!
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| Damn!
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| I got the no pussy blues
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| I got the no pussy blues
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| I got the no pussy blues
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| I got the no pussy blues
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| Yeah!
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| Yeah! |