Questionable Songtext

von Kyle Gass Band

The first time I saw her she asked to borrow quarters
At the late night fluff ‘n' fold
She told me not to worry as she ran off in a hurry
With someone else's clothes

I gotta have her even though there's some telltale signs
She's playin' with my heart in a cycle of dry
Runaway dream on a dead-end street
She's doin' lots of shit that'll make you think -

She's questionable
She lost her job at Mickey D's
She's questionable
No longer servin' up the double cheese
She's questionable
She don't know
She's questionable

The second time I saw her she's askin' ‘bout a lawyer
For an ongoing case
Somethin' to do with a fella' she once knew
And a child that she had misplaced, ohhh

Trouble seems to follow when she walks in a room
She's a gloomy bucket full of sweat and perfume
Runaway dream on a dead-end street
She's doin' lots of shit that'll make you think -

She's questionable
She got the ashy skin from meth
She's questionable
So now she's always out of breath
She's questionable
She don't know
She's questionable

Whoo!

Oooh

She's a midnight woman livin' for her lovin'
I'm a nightwalkin' son of a bitch
But she's pushin' me sometimes so far beyond the line
I just can't seem to get behind it

I can't take it any more she's like a soiled pile
Of a homeless guy's clothes in the sun for a while
Runaway dream on a dead-end street
She's doin' lots of shit that'll make you think -

She's questionable
She won't kiss me on the mouth
She's questionable
She's born and raised in the south
She's questionable
She don't know
She's questionable