I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
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In the front seat of his car
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He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
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The other on my heart
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I look around, turn the radio down
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He says, ?Baby is something wrong??
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I say, ?Nothing I was just thinking
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How we don't have a song? and he says
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Our song is the slamming screen door
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Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
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When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
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'Cause it's late and your mama don't know
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Our song is the way you laugh
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The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have
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And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
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Asking God if He could play it again
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I was walking up the front porch steps
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After everything that day
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Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
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And lost and thrown away
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Got to the hallway, well, on my way
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To my lovin' bed
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I almost didn't notice all the roses
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And the note that said
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Our song is the slamming screen door
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Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
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When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
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'Cause it's late and your mama don't know
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Our song is the way you laugh
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The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have
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And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
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Asking God if He could play it again
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I've heard every album, listened to the radio
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Waited for something to come along
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That was as good as our song
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'Cause our song is the slamming screen door
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Sneakin' out late, tapping on his window
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When we're on the phone and he talks real slow
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'Cause it's late and his mama don't know
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Our song is the way he laughs
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The first date man, I didn't kiss him and I should have
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And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
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Asking God if He could play it again
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Play it again, oh, yeah, oh, oh, yeah
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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
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In the front seat of his car
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I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
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And I wrote down our song
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Our Song (Bonus Track)
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Taylor Swift |