Seth MacFarlane - The "Q" Man Loves Nobody lyrics

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Seth MacFarlane - The "Q" Man Loves Nobody lyrics

Baby, you were crazy if ya thought I loved ya 'Cause the "Q" man loves nobody but himself I never knew how twisted a fella could be Hey, I guess it's good I never told ya I'm into pee Don't you ever listen to your inner conscience Oh, I'm sorry, babe, I wasn't listenin' what? You really are a total scum If only you could see the man that you've become Baby you were crazy if ya thought I loved ya 'Cause the "Q" man loves nobody You really love nobody? And, boy, I mean nobody And boy you mean nobody But my own sweet flippin' self All right, whatever your problem is7y Just get it off your breast, chest I thought you gave me your heart I gave you VD, isn't that enough? You said that we'd never part Oh, I was just kiddin? You gave me your lover's vow Ha, if you really thought I meant it You ought to get your head examined right now You'd tell me you'd never stray Well, that's 'cause we hadn't had s** yet And then you just walked away. Ain't I a stinker Your attitude really stank Look, you don't need to be a genius to see That I was givin' you the yank yank What else did you BS me about? Well, since you asked Remember when I said that I was goin' down the block To grab a couple boozers with a pal? Yeah, you had a friend from college that you had to meet Nah, I was at the women's shoe store lookin' at feet (What?) 'Member when I said I had a dental checkup Well, let me say I give quite a root can*l, oh right You promised me that you'd be true Hey, to me you're just vagina number 602 Baby, you were crazy if ya thought I loved ya 'Cause the "Q" man loves nobody You really love nobody? And boy I mean nobody And boy you mean nobody but my own Sweet flippin' self What do you have to say for yourself, you slime? Can I just squeeze your left tit a little bit? You're the most insensitive man I've ever met Oh, that's not true, I've got feelings same as the next guy Why, last week, my grandma died, I was really upset Oh, I'm sorry So how 'bout a hand job? 'Cause the "Q" man loves nobody You really love nobody? And boy I mean nobody And boy you mean nobody But my own sweet flippin' self C'mon, honey, I'll make it up to you I'll buy you some lingerie Giggity, giggity, giggity, giggity