Tough Hang

Written By: Mike Viola
Mike Viola Involvement: Writer, Producer, Performer
 
 

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Lyrics


Out on the interstate

There's a man rushing home to you
Just like I did
When I had something to rush home to

Did you
Call me over, to rub it in?
Did you
Call me over, to dig you out?

I can't take it when he talks shit,
Knowing he makes love to you with that mouth 

It's a tough hang
It's a tough hang
It's a tough hang
It's a tough hang

He thinks he has me pigeon-holed
with my mall clothes and cologne
Yeah well, I'm not the most original
But at least I have a mind of my own

He's in the same suit, different hanger
He's in the same frame, different face
He is not my doppelganger
Cause I can't be replaced

It's a tough hang
It's a tough hang
It's a tough hang
It's a tough hang

Next time tell him not to dance and I'll promise not to laugh
He can't hold his booze and I can't hold your hand, we're both fading fast

He's playing Thumbelina with my Athena
He's playing Little Piggies, too
I'd like to stay here and baby sit with ya
But there's nothing left for me to prove

It's a tough hang
It's a tough hang
It's a tough hang
It's a tough hang