I was riding shot-gun,
With my hair undone,
In the front seat of his car,
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart
I looked around, turned the radio down
He says,"Baby,is something wrong?",
I say,"Nothing,I was thinking how we don't have a song
And he says...
Our song is the slamming screen door,
Sneaking out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk reeaalll slow
'Cause it's late and your momma don't know,
Our song is the way you laugh,
The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have
And when I got home 'fore I said 'Amen'
Askin' God if He...
...Could play it again
I was walkign up the pront door steps
After everythin' that day...
...Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
Or lost or thrown a-waaaay
Got to the hallway, well-on my way
To my lovin bed
I almost didn't notice
All the roses and the note that saaaid
Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneaking out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk reeaaal slow
Cuz it's late and your momma don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have
And when I got home 'fore I said Amen
Asking God if He...
...Could play it again
I've heard every album
Listened to the radio
Waitin for something to come along...
...That was as good as Our Song
Our Song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on a-his a-window
When we're on the phone and he talks real slow!
Cuz it's late and his momma don't know
Our song is the way he laughs
The first date man, I didn't kiss him and I should have
So when I got home 'fore I said Amen
Asking God if He...
...Could play it again
Play it again, oh, yeah, oh, oh, yeah
I was riding shot-gun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I took a pen and an an old napkin
And wrote down Our song...
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Thursday, October 22, 2009
Our song
Posted by Jaja at 1:05 AM
Labels: Taylor Swift
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