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