Şarkı sözleri : Mark Chesnutt. Numbers on The Jukebox.

I can't recall how many times she said, she'd never leave
Or the times she swored 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 here

Now 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 forgot
Now I pay to bring her back 'cause she's just numbers on the jukebox

B-11 takes me back to the first that dance we shared
And A-14 reveals the truth she never cared
One by one they're telling all the stories of my past
Why the love I thought could never die, lies here behind this glass

Now 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 forgot
Now I pay to bring her back 'cause she's just numbers on the jukebox

I used to hate the thought of her 'til her memory I forgot
Now I pay to bring her back 'cause she's just numbers on the jukebox