| The first time I saw her she asked to borrow quarters
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| At the late night fluff ‘n' fold
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| She told me not to worry as she ran off in a hurry
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| With someone else’s clothes
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| I gotta have her even though there’s some telltale signs
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| She’s playin' with my heart in a cycle of dry
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| Runaway dream on a dead-end street
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| She’s doin' lots of shit that’ll make you think…
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| She’s questionable
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| She lost her job at Mickey D’s
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| She’s questionable
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| No longer servin' up the double cheese
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| She’s questionable
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| She don’t know
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| She’s questionable
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| The second time I saw her she’s askin' 'bout a lawyer
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| For an ongoing case
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| Somethin' to do with a fella' she once knew
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| And a child that she had misplaced, ohhh
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| Trouble seems to follow when she walks in a room
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| She’s a gloomy bucket full of sweat and perfume
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| Runaway dream on a dead-end street
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| She’s doin' lots of shit that’ll make you think…
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| She’s questionable
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| She got the ashy skin from meth
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| She’s questionable
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| So now she’s always out of breath
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| She’s questionable
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| She don’t know
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| She’s questionable
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| Whoo!
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| Oooh
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| She’s a midnight woman livin' for her lovin'
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| I’m a nightwalkin' son of a bitch
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| But she’s pushin' me sometimes so far beyond the line
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| I just can’t seem to get behind it, oh
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| I can’t take it any more she’s like a soiled pile
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| Of a homeless guy’s clothes in the sun for a while
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| Runaway dream on a dead-end street
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| She’s doin' lots of shit that’ll make you think…
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| She’s questionable
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| She won’t kiss me on the mouth
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| She’s questionable
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| She’s born and raised in the south
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| She’s questionable
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| She don’t know
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| She’s questionable |