No ***** Blues (Edit)

(Grinderman)

My face is finished

My body's gone

And I can't help but think

Standing up here in all this applause

And gazing 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 went 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 Eliot, I read her Yates

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 didn't want to

She just never wants to

DAMN!

I sent her every type of flower

I played her a 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 tact

I drank a litre of Cognac

I threw her down upon her back

But she just laughed and said 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

But she said she just never wanted to

She just didn't want to

I've got the No ***** Blues

I've got the No ***** Blues

I've got the No ***** Blues!

DAMN!

No ***** Blues

I've got the No ***** Blues

I've got the No ***** Blues

I've got the No ***** Blues, oh

DAMN!

DAMN! Ooh!