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Our Song
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Song Duration:
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Our Song
Taylor Swift
					            	
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
He had a one-hand feel

On the steering wheel
The other on my heart.
I look around turn the radio down
He says `Baby is something wrong?`

I say `Nothin` I was just thinkin`
How we don`t have a song.
And he says
Our song is a slamming screen door

Sneakin` out late
Tapping on your window.
When we`re on the phone
And you talk real slow

`Cause it`s late and
Your Mama don`t know.
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date `Man I didn`t kiss her

When I should have`
And when I got home `fore I said Amen
Asking God if he could play it again.
I was walking up the front porch steps

After everything that day
Had gone all wrong
Had been trampled on
And lost and thrown away.

Got to the hallway
Well on my way to my lovin` bed
I almost didn`t notice all the roses
And the note that said:

Our song is a slamming screen door
Sneakin` out late
Tapping on your window.
When we`re on the phone

And you talk real slow
`Cause it`s late and
Your Mama don`t know.
Our song is the way you laugh

The first date `Man I didn`t kiss her
When I should have`
And when I got home `fore I said Amen
Asking God if he could play it again.

La da-da-da..
I`ve heard every album
Listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along

That was as good as our song.
`Cause our song is a
Slamming screen door
Sneakin` out late

Tapping on his window.
When we`re on the phone
And he talks real slow
`Cause it`s late and

His Mama don`t know.
Our song is the way he laughs
The first date `Man I didn`t kiss him
When I should have`

And when I got home `fore I said Amen
Asking God if he could play it again..
Play it again.. Ohoh yeah..
Oh yeah..

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote down our song...







					            	
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