i've felt heaven's power uplifting me, since i got self-love to stay
i've grown proud, and i like to sleep with me, since i got self-love to stay
with q, i'm wrong, i'm weak, screw'n to pleasure my wants; guys i'd freak to pleasure my blues
now i see a winner with a manly chest i want, and nothing, a flat nothing can make me stay with q
cuz nothing is there, nothing's as square as q
it is such baloney, the vows q airs, like "a nerd would doubt his schlong"
"why don't you stop bein' lonely, queer, you're falling," says the gay thing, "there's a guy, blow ron"
i would put my arm around my gay man of dreams, but phony guy's blind and of q
i met me a trucker, no sex but he'd hold me, guess what he told me
he said, "girl, get wet and high and have fun - don't matter how unuseful's what you do"
so nothing is there, nothing's as square as q