Out on the interstatenThere's a man rushing home to younJust like I didnWhen I had something to rush home tonnDid younCall me over, to rub it in?nDid younCall me over, to dig you out?nnI can't take it when he talks shit,nKnowing he makes love to you with that mouth nnIt's a tough hangnIt's a tough hangnIt's a tough hangnIt's a tough hangnnHe thinks he has me pigeon-holednwith my mall clothes and colognenYeah well, I'm not the most originalnBut at least I have a mind of my ownnnHe's in the same suit, different hangernHe's in the same frame, different facenHe is not my doppelgangernCause I can't be replacednnIt's a tough hangnIt's a tough hangnIt's a tough hangnIt's a tough hangnnNext time tell him not to dance and I'll promise not to laughnHe can't hold his booze and I can't hold your hand, we're both fading fastnnHe's playing Thumbelina with my AthenanHe's playing Little Piggies, toonI'd like to stay here and baby sit with yanBut there's nothing left for me to provennIt's a tough hangnIt's a tough hangnIt's a tough hangnIt's a tough hangn