Hung Up

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?