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• Artiste: Candy Butchers
• Titre: Tough Hang
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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