Questionable - 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, oh

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