Hanging Around

She's my taxi controller She controls me like a chess man 46 Hawthorn Street If you go there, that'd be so sweet And when I wake in the morning Grab my fuzzy dice And my car keys And there's no fake calls Or potholes When she speaks She wouldn't look at me twice But that's alright She wouldn't look at me twice But that's alright She's got me hanging around She's got me hanging around She's got me hanging around She's got me hanging around Her voice calms me When I'm stressed out about a pickup And I can hear on the microphone When she closes her bag with the make-up And when I wake in the morning Grab my fuzzy dice And my car keys And there's no fake calls Or potholes When she speaks She wouldn't look at me twice But that's alright She wouldn't look at me twice But that's alright She's got me hanging around She's got me hanging around She's got me hanging around She's got me hanging around She wouldn't look at me twice But that's alright She wouldn't look at me twice But that's alright That's alright She's got me hanging around She's got me hanging around She's got me hanging around She's got me hanging around