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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #45
Peak in subgenre #6
Author
Swift
Rights
2006
Uploaded
July 01, 2021
Track Files
MP3
MP3 9.9 MB • 320 kbps • 4:19
Lossless
WAV 43.5 MB
Lyrics
I was riding shotgun
With my shirt undone
In the front seat
Of her car
Shes got a one-hand feel
On the steering wheel
And the other
On my heart
I looked around and
Turned the radio down
She said, "Hey Baby,
Is there something wrong?"
I said, "No,
I was just thinking
How we don't have
A song.
And, she said
Our song is
The slamming screen door
Sneaking out late
Tapping on your window
When were on the phone
And youre talking real low
Cause its late at night
And your mama dont know
Our song is the
Way you laughed
The first date, Man, I didnt
Kiss him and I should have.
When I got home
Before I said amen
Asked God if he could
Play it again
I was walking up
The front porch steps
After everything
The next day
Had gone all wrong
And been trampled on
And lost and
Thrown away
Got to the hallway
Well, on my way
To my waiting
Bed
Bleary eyed
I barely noticed
The lovely note
That read
Our song is
The slamming screen door
Sneaking out late
Tapping on your window
When were on the phone
And youre talking real low
Cause its late at night
And your mama dont know
Our song is the
Way you laugh
The first date, Man, I didnt
Kiss him and I should have.
When I got home
Before I went to bed
Asked God if he could
Play it again
I've heard every album
Listened to the radio
Waited for something to come
That was as good as
Our song
Our song is
The slamming screen door
Sneaking out late
Tapping on her window
When were on the phone
And shes talking real low
Cause its late at night
And her mama dont know
Our song is the
Way that she laughs
The first date, Man, I didnt
Kiss her and I should have.
When I got home
Before I went to bed
Asked God if he could
Play it again
I was riding shotgun
With my shirt undone
In the front seat
Of her car
I grabbed a pen
And an old napkin
And I wrote down
Our song
Our song is
The slamming screen door
Sneaking out late
Tapping on her window
When were on the phone
And shes talking real low
Cause its late at night
And her mama dont know
Our song is the
Way that she laughs
The first date, Man, I kissed her
And I loved it!
When I got home
Before I went to bed
Asked God if he could
Play it again
Our song
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