See the girl with the high-tops on Leather jacket with the little pink thong She’s tearing up my heart like it was last year’s Valentine It’s the girl with the bubblegum walk Plaid skirt with the knee-high socks She’s hanging in my thoughts yeah, but you know that I don’t mind
I don’t know just what it is that I’m doing now My heart keeps on clouding up my brain I don’t know just who it is that I’m trying to fool My confidence is circling the drain
And now I’m Hung up, I’m hung Up, I’m hung up on you I’m hung up, I’m hung up, I’m hung up on you I’m hung up, I’m hung up, I’m hung up on you So why do you hang up on me?