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
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] gloves
I called her honey bee, I called her love
But she just still didn't want to
She just never wants to, [bad word] 

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 mah little O, 
I felt like Marcel Marceau 
must feel when she said that she just never wanted to. 
She just didn't want to. 
She just didn't want to

I got the no [bad word] blues
I got the no [bad word] blues
I got the no [bad word] blues
 [bad word]  [bad word] 

No [bad word] blues
I got the no [bad word] blues
I got the no [bad word] blues
I got the no [bad word] blues
 [bad word]  [bad word]