Lyrics: 20 Questions

Well it’s nothing he told me
Don’t worry your pretty head
Then he stumbled out of his cowboy boots
And fell across the bed
Left the conversation dangling
Like a light bulb swinging in some cheap motel
I yelled I’ve got 20 questions for you
I’m gonna ask and you’re gonna tell

Why are you coming in at 3 a.m.
Looking several shades of green
Smelling like a perfume insert
From a woman’s magazine
He just opened up one bloodshot eye
Said show some mercy baby, I’m not well
I said tough, I got 17 questions for you
I’m gonna ask and you’re gonna tell

I got ways to make you talk
I got ways to make your sweet canary sing
I got ways to make you spill the beans
You think this is mean, honey you ain’t seen a thing

Well, did you forget our number
Why did you not even call?
Were you wasting cash on some piece of trash
That you picked up at the mall
As he crawled off down the hallway
He said honest honey that don’t ring a bell
Now I’ve got 14 more questions for you
I’m gonna ask and you’re gonna tell

Were you working late, out on a date
Running around, did the car break down
Out on a spree, cheating on me
Shooting pool, thinking I was some kind of a fool
Now I’ve got 7 more questions for you
So start talking
Do you love me, do you love me
Do you still love me
Did you ever love me
Do you still find me attractive
What time do you have to get up in the morning
Oh, and by the way when are you gonna get a real job