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Our Song 
Medium
by Taylor Swift
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I was ridin' shotgun with my undone
In the front of his car
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart
I look around
the radio 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
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 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 was walking up the porch steps
After that day
Had gone all or trampled on
And lost and thrown away
Got to the hallway
Well on my way to my lovin' bed
I almost didn't all the roses
And the note that said
Our is the slammin' door
Sneakin' out late, tappin' on your window
When we're on the and you real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our 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
to the radio
Waited for something to along
was as good as our song
'Cause our song is the slammin' door
Sneakin' out late, tappin' on his window
we're on the and he talks slow
'Cause it's 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 play it again
it again
(Oh yeah...)
I was ridin' shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote our song
In the front of his car
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart
I look around
the radio 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
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 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 was walking up the porch steps
After that day
Had gone all or trampled on
And lost and thrown away
Got to the hallway
Well on my way to my lovin' bed
I almost didn't all the roses
And the note that said
Our is the slammin' door
Sneakin' out late, tappin' on your window
When we're on the and you real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our 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
to the radio
Waited for something to along
was as good as our song
'Cause our song is the slammin' door
Sneakin' out late, tappin' on his window
we're on the and he talks slow
'Cause it's 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 play it again
it again
(Oh yeah...)
I was ridin' shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote our song
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