I took out your photograph
From our old dresser drawer
I set it on the table
And I talked to it till four
And then I saw your nightie
On the table by the phone
So I've been sitting alone
Trying stuff on
Then I looked through your jewelry
For your clip on hoop ear rings
Your lipstick and your makeup
Your accessories and things
Then I plundered throught your closet
Till I found an extra long
And I've been sitting at home
Trying stuff on
Trying stuff on
I'm trying stuff on
Your six-inch heels
And your Faberge cologne
Oh, you left me with your memory
And the wardrobe that you owned
So I've been sitting at home
Trying stuff on
I put on your sequined ball gown
And I checked the mirror there
I look like Cindy Crawford
But with much more body hair
And then I thought, why, I'm much too cute
To sit here all alone
So now I'm at happy hour
With your stuff on
This trucker made a pass at me
So I hit him with your purse
And the police stepped between us
Before things got much worse
And then the nice policeman said
"Can I take you home?"
He didn't know it was me
With your stuff on
With your stuff on
I've got your stuff on
Your fish-net hose
And your Faberge cologne
Oh, you left me with your memory
And the wardrobe that you owned
But I don't pay for drinks
With your stuff on