Mark Chesnutt - Numbers On The Jukebox

I can't recall how many times
she said she'd never leave
Or the times she swore the only one for her was me
But the angel I was counting on has all but disappeared
And the only trace of her that's left
I find each night in there
Cause she's just numbers on the jukebox that I lean on
There's a little bit of her in every hurtin' song
I used to hate the thought of her ‘til her memory I forget
Cause she's just numbers on the jukebox
B 11 takes me back to the first dance we shared
And A 14 reveals the truth she never cared
One by one they're telling all the stories of my past
And why the love I thought could
never die lies here behind this glass
Cause she's just numbers on the jukebox that I lean on
There's a little bit of her in every hurtin' song
I used to hate the thought of her ‘til her memory I forget
Cause she's just numbers on the jukebox