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