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