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Our Song 
Medium
by Taylor Swift
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I was ridin' shotgun my hair undone
In the front of his car
He's got a one-hand feel on the wheel
The other 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 have a song"
And he says
Our is the slammin' screen door
Sneakin' out late, tappin' on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
'Cause it's and your don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date
Man, I didn't her, and I have
And when I got home 'fore I "Amen"
Asking God if he could play it again
I was up the front porch steps
After everything that day
Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
And and away
Got to the hallway
Well on my way to my lovin' bed
I almost didn't notice all the roses
And the that said
Our song is the slammin' screen door
Sneakin' out late, tappin' on your window
When we're on the phone and you real slow
'Cause it's and don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The date
Man, I didn't kiss her, and I 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 come along
That was as good as our song
'Cause our song is the slammin' screen 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 song is the way he laughs
The first date
Man, I didn't kiss him, and I should have
And when I got home 'fore I said "Amen"
God if he could play it again
Play it again
(Oh yeah...)
I was ridin' 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 feel on the wheel
The other 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 have a song"
And he says
Our is the slammin' screen door
Sneakin' out late, tappin' on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
'Cause it's and your don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date
Man, I didn't her, and I have
And when I got home 'fore I "Amen"
Asking God if he could play it again
I was up the front porch steps
After everything that day
Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
And and away
Got to the hallway
Well on my way to my lovin' bed
I almost didn't notice all the roses
And the that said
Our song is the slammin' screen door
Sneakin' out late, tappin' on your window
When we're on the phone and you real slow
'Cause it's and don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The date
Man, I didn't kiss her, and I 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 come along
That was as good as our song
'Cause our song is the slammin' screen 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 song is the way he laughs
The first date
Man, I didn't kiss him, and I should have
And when I got home 'fore I said "Amen"
God if he could play it again
Play it again
(Oh yeah...)
I was ridin' 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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