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Teksty: Grinderman. No Pussy Blues. No Pussy Blues.

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 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 really, I'd 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 auditions in rubber gloves
I called her honey bee, I called her love
But she just still didn't want to
She just never wants to, damn

I sent her every type of flower
I played the guitar by the hour
I petted 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'd drink a liter of Cognac
I threw up down 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 my little ho
I felt like my soul, my soul 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
Damn, damn

No pussy blues
I got the no pussy blues
I got the no pussy blues
I got the no pussy blues
Damn, damn