| Taylor Swift Our Song |
| I was ridin' shotgun... with my hair undone... in the front seat of his car. He's got 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... "Nothing... I was just thinking how we don't have a song." & He says. "Our song is the slamming screen door... sneaking out late... tapping on your window. When we're on the phone... & you talk real' slow. Cause it's late... & your momma don't know. "Our song is the way you laugh... the first date... man' I didn't kiss her & I should have'. & 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. & I lost & thrown away. Got to the hallway...well on my way... to my lovin' bed. I almost didn't notice... all the roses... & the note... that said. "Our song is the slamming screen door... sneaking out late... tapping on your window. When we're on the phone... & you talk real' slow. Cause it's late... & your momma don't know. "Our song is the way you laugh... the first date... 'man I didn't kiss her & I should have. & When I got home... fore' I said Amen... asking God if he... could play it again. Da...ah... da da. I've heard every album... listening to the radio. Waited for something to come along... that was as good as our song. Cause our song is the slamming screen door. Sneakin' out late... tapping on... his... window. When we talk on the phone... & he talks real' slow. Cause it's late... & his momma don't know. Our song is the way he laughs... the first date... man' I didn't kiss him & I should have. & When I got home... fore' I said Amen... asking God if he... could play it again. Play it again... oh yeah... oh oh yeah. I was ridin' shotgun... with my hair undone... in the front seat of his car. I grabbed a pen... & an old napkin... & I wrote down... "Our Song." |
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