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Our Song 
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de Taylor Swift
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I was ridin' shotgun with my hair undone
In the front of his car
He's got a one-hand on the steering wheel
The other on my heart
I look around
Turn the down
He says
"Baby, is somethin' wrong?"
I say
"Nothing, I was just thinking"
"How we don't have a song"
And he says
Our song is the slammin' screen door
Sneakin' out late, tappin' on 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, and I have
And when I got home 'fore I "Amen"
Asking God if he could play it again
I was walking up the front porch steps
After that day
Had all wrong or been trampled on
And lost and thrown away
Got to the hallway
Well on my way to my lovin' bed
I didn't all the roses
And the said
Our song is the slammin' screen door
Sneakin' out late, tappin' on 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 her, and I should have
And when I got home 'fore I said "Amen"
Asking God if he could play it again
...
I've every album
Listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as as our song
'Cause our song is the slammin' door
Sneakin' out late, tappin' 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 is the way he laughs
The first date
Man, I didn't kiss him, and I should have
And I got home 'fore I said "Amen"
Asking God if he could it again
Play it again
(Oh yeah...)
I was ridin' shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote our song
In the front of his car
He's got a one-hand on the steering wheel
The other on my heart
I look around
Turn the down
He says
"Baby, is somethin' wrong?"
I say
"Nothing, I was just thinking"
"How we don't have a song"
And he says
Our song is the slammin' screen door
Sneakin' out late, tappin' on 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, and I have
And when I got home 'fore I "Amen"
Asking God if he could play it again
I was walking up the front porch steps
After that day
Had all wrong or been trampled on
And lost and thrown away
Got to the hallway
Well on my way to my lovin' bed
I didn't all the roses
And the said
Our song is the slammin' screen door
Sneakin' out late, tappin' on 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 her, and I should have
And when I got home 'fore I said "Amen"
Asking God if he could play it again
...
I've every album
Listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as as our song
'Cause our song is the slammin' door
Sneakin' out late, tappin' 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 is the way he laughs
The first date
Man, I didn't kiss him, and I should have
And I got home 'fore I said "Amen"
Asking God if he could it again
Play it again
(Oh yeah...)
I was ridin' shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote our song
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