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Our Song | Taylor Swift

Track information: 03:22 min, 4,62Mb Track price: 0.10

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Taylor Swift | ERG Nu Music Traxx Vol 222 November | 18 tracks

Release date: 2007
Duration: 65:17
Bitrate: 200
Album price: 1.44

Lyrics:

I was riding 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,"
And he says

Our song is a slamming screen door
Sneaking out late
Tapping 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
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 a slamming screen door
Sneaking out late
Tapping 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've heard every album
Listened to the radio
Waiting for something to come along
That was as good as our song

'Cause our song is a 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