Tough Hang

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
 He thinks he has me pigeonholed 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 doppelgänger
 'Cause I can't be replaced
 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 babysit with ya
 But there's nothing left for me to prove
 It's a tough hang