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？
 That's 20 questions