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Our Song 
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de Taylor Swift
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I was ridin' with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The on my heart
I look around
Turn the radio down
He says
"Baby, is somethin' wrong?"
I say
"Nothing, I was just thinking"
"How we don't a song"
And he says
Our is the slammin' door
Sneakin' out late, tappin' on your window
When we're on the phone and you real slow
'Cause it's late and 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 play it again
I was walking up the front porch steps
After that day
Had gone all wrong or 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 said
Our is the slammin' screen door
Sneakin' out late, tappin' on your window
When we're on the 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 "Amen"
Asking God if he could play it again
...
I've heard album
to the radio
Waited for to come along
That was as good as our song
'Cause our song is the slammin' door
Sneakin' out late, tappin' on his window
When we're on the and he real slow
'Cause it's late and his don't know
Our song is the way he laughs
The first date
Man, I didn't him, and I have
And when I got home 'fore I "Amen"
God if he play it again
it again
(Oh yeah...)
I was ridin' shotgun with my hair undone
In the front of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote down our song
In the front seat of his car
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The on my heart
I look around
Turn the radio down
He says
"Baby, is somethin' wrong?"
I say
"Nothing, I was just thinking"
"How we don't a song"
And he says
Our is the slammin' door
Sneakin' out late, tappin' on your window
When we're on the phone and you real slow
'Cause it's late and 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 play it again
I was walking up the front porch steps
After that day
Had gone all wrong or 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 said
Our is the slammin' screen door
Sneakin' out late, tappin' on your window
When we're on the 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 "Amen"
Asking God if he could play it again
...
I've heard album
to the radio
Waited for to come along
That was as good as our song
'Cause our song is the slammin' door
Sneakin' out late, tappin' on his window
When we're on the and he real slow
'Cause it's late and his don't know
Our song is the way he laughs
The first date
Man, I didn't him, and I have
And when I got home 'fore I "Amen"
God if he play it again
it again
(Oh yeah...)
I was ridin' shotgun with my hair undone
In the front of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote down our song
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