I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car,
He had 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, Nothin', I was just thinkin' how we don't have a song,
And he says
Our song is the slamin' screen door, sneakin' out late, tappin' on your window
When we're on the phone and ya talk real slow
Cuz it's late, and yer mama don't know.
Our song is the way you laugh,
the first date, man, I didn't kiss ya when I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I said Amen, askin' God if He could play it again
I was walkin' up the front porch steps, after everything that day
Had gone all wrong, had been trampled on, and lost and thrown away
Got to the hallway, well on my way, to my lovin' bed,
I almost didn't notice all the roses and the note that said
Our song is the slamin' screen door, sneakin' out late, tappin' on your window,
When we're on the phone and ya talk real slow,
Cuz it's late and yer mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh,
The first date, man, I didn't kiss ya when I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I said Amen, askin' God if He, could play it again
La da da da
I've heard every album, listen to the radio,
Waited for something to come along,
That was as good as our song
Cuz our song is the slamin' screen door, sneakin' out late, tappin' on his window,
When we're on the phone and he talks real slow,
Cuz 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 when I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I said Amen, askin' God if He could play it again
Play it again,
Oh yeah,
Oh oh ya
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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