Taylor SwiftI was riding shotgun with my hair undoneIn the front seat of his carHe’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheelThe other on my heartI look around, turn the radio downHe says, “Baby, is something wrong?”I say, “Nothing, I was just thinking how we don’t have a song”And he says
Our song is a slamming screen doorSneaking out late, tapping on your windowWhen we’re on the phone and you talk real slow‘Cause it’s late, and your mama don’t knowOur song is the way you laughThe first date, “Man, I didn’t kiss her and I should have”And when I got home, before I said “Amen”Asking God if he could play it again
I was walking up the front porch stepsAfter everything that dayHad gone all wrong and been trampled onAnd lost and thrown awayGot to the hallway, well on my way to my loving bedI almost didn’t notice all the rosesAnd the note that said
Our song is a slamming screen doorSneaking out late, tapping on your windowWhen we’re on the phone and you talk real slow‘Cause it’s late, and your mama don’t knowOur song is the way you laughThe first date, “Man, I didn’t kiss her and I should have”And when I got home, before I said “Amen”Asking God if he could play it again
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