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I was riding shot gun 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 And he says
Our song is the slamming screen door Sneaking out late, tappin' on your window When we're on the phone 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 kiss her and I should have And when I got home, before 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, been trampled on And lost and thrown away Got to the hallway, while on my way to my lovin' bed I almost didn't notice all the roses And the not that said
Our song is the slamming screen door Sneaking out late, tappin' on your window When we're on the phone 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 kiss her and I should have And when I got home, before I said amen Asking God if he could play it again
I heard every album, listened to the radio Waiting for something to come along That was as good as our song
Cause our song is the slamming screen door Sneaking out late, tapping 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, before I said amen Asking God if he could play it again
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone In the front seat of his car I grabbed a pen and an old napkin And I wrote down our song
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