Tekster:
Question Mark

You're telling me lies You're putting me down You stand to make me cry Your told me this morning You love me so But still I know you lie You better

Alright, yeah, c'mon now, that's right child, yeah, alright I need somebody to help me out I need somebody to work it out C'mon and help me C'mon and

They called it stormy Monday The Tuesday's just as bad They called it stormy Monday But Tuesday's just as bad Wednesday's worse Right on to Thursday

I gotta love so bad I gotta love so kind I gotta love that's mine And baby that's no lie A gotta love baby Gotta love baby I gotta love so bad And baby

Alright, I wanna tell you a story 'Bout a girl that lives by the railroad tracks Yeah, I wanna tell you a story 'Bout a girl that lives by the railroad

You put me under your skin and I need you right now Told me before you'd never put me down But you lied to me and now you're runnin' around You got me

I got a question mark You got a need to always take some shot in the dark I don't have to make pretend the picture I'm in is totally clear You think that

Well a question mark is, It's a little wavy line above a dot or two upon your page, or A question marks you and you Wonder as it sinks into your memory

founded On the slightest thing BILLY I can't explain the attraction I don't know where to start Love's a peculiar feeling It's a question mark BOTH