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I dug out your photograph from our old dresser drawer 
          
I set it on the table and I talked to it till four 
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Then I saw your nightie on the table by the phone 
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So I been sittin' a-lone, tryin' stuff on. 
 
Then I looked through your jewelry, for your clip on hoop ear rings 

Your lipstick and your make-up, your accessories and things 

Then I plundered throught your closet, till I found an extra long 

And I've been sittin' at home tryin' stuff on. 
 
CHORUS 
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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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Yes, you left me with your mem'ries and the wardrobe that you owned 
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Now I've been sittin' at home tryin' stuff on. 
 
I put on your sequined ball gown and I checked the mirror there 

Why, I look like Cindy Crawford, but with much more body hair 

And then I thought, I'm much too cute, to sit here all alone 

So I'm at happy hour with your stuff on. 
 
A trucker made a pass at me, so I hit him with your purse 

And the police stepped between us, before it could get worse 

And then the nice policeman said, can I take you home 

He didn't know it was me, with your stuff on. 
 
(CHORUS #2) 

With your stuff on, I got your stuff on 

Your fish-net hose and your dress of pink chiffon 

Oh, you left me with your mem'ries and the wardrobe that you owned 

But I don't pay for drinks with your stuff on.