On the phone three feet away, We never have too much to say
We never touch, we try to smile, The guard is watching all the while
It’s hard, It’s hard, It’s hard
We Never spend no time alone, We just talk here on the phone
And gaze into each other’s eyes, While one of us begins to cry
It’s hard, It’s hard, It’s hard
It’s hard to make the romance last, Sweet love through bullet proof glass
When you’re on the inside, I’m on the outside
It’s hard, It’s hard, It’s hard
What the heck is wrong with you, Every month a new tattoo
That last one that you acquired, I swear Picasso has inspired
It’s hard, It’s hard, It’s hard
The Warden say “NO LIPS UPON THE GLASS
DON’T COMPLY AND IT WILL BE YOUR DEMISE (or something like that)
It’s hard, It’s hard, It’s hard
