Tryin Stuff On

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I took your photograph from our old dresser drawer


I set it on the table and I talked to it til four
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And then I saw your nightie on the table by the phone
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So I been sittin' alone - tryin' stuff on.




[Verse 2]
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Then I went through your jewelry, for your clip-on hoop earrings


Your lipstick and your make-up, your accessories and things
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And I plundered throught your closet, til I found an extra long
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Now I'm been sittin' at home - tryin' stuff on.




[Chorus 1]
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Trying stuff on, I'm tryin' stuff on
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Your six-inch heels and your Faberge co-logne
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You left me with your memories and the wardrobe that you owned
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Now I'm been sittin' at home - tryin' stuff on.




[Verse 3]
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I put on your sequine ball gown and I checked the mirror there


I looked like Cindy Crawford, but with much more body hair
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And then I thought, I'm much too cute, to sit here all alone
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So now I'm at happy hour - with your stuff on.




[Verse 4]
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A trucker made a pass at me, so I hit him with your purse


The police stepped between us, before it got much worse
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And then that nice policeman said, can I take you home?
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He didn't know it was me - with your stuff on.




[Chorus 2]
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With your stuff on, with your stuff on
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Your fish-net hose and your dress of pink chiffon
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Oh, you left me with your memories and the wardrobe that you owned
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But I don't pay for drinks - with your stuff on.