In the back of the bottom drawer
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Of the dresser by our bed
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Is a box of odds and ends that I have always kept
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But the man who sleeps beside me
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Doesn't know it's even there
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Little pieces of my past
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That I shouldn't have to share
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A napkin that is stained with time
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Has a poem on it that didn't quite rhyme, but it made me cry
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In a "Dear Jane" letter from a different guy
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He broke up with me and he told me I'm not always right
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And a stolen key from an old hotel room door
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In the back of the bottom drawer
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I don't keep these things 'cause I'm longing to go back
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I keep them because I want to stay right where I'm at
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I'm reminded of my rights and wrongs
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I don't want to mess this up
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But I wouldn't know where I belong
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Without this box of stuff
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A birthday card from my first boyfriend
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He signed it "I love you" so I gave in
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Yeah, we went too far in his daddy's car
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And those Mardi Gras beads from '98
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We danced all night, stayed out so late
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We thought we were stars, closing down the bars
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That champagne was cheap but still I've got that cork
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In the back of the bottom drawer
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I'm not trying to hide these things from the man I love today
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But I'm a better woman for him, thanks to my yesterdays
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So now I try to give more than I take
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And I bite my tongue, fight the urge to say it's my way
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Or no way at all
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And now I cherish love a whole lot more
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'Cause of what's
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In the back of the bottom drawer
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Back Of The Bottom Drawer
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| Chely Wright |
