Our Song Lyrics - Taylor Swift - Taylor Swift

I was ridin' 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 somethin' wrong? 

I say 

"Nothin', I was just thinkin' how we don't have a song" 

And he says 

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Our song is the slammin' screen door 

Sneakin' 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 

'fore I said "Amen" 

Askin' God if he 

Could play it again 

I was walkin' up 

The front porch steps 

Photos 

After everything that day 

Had gone all wrong 

Or 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 slammin' screen door 

Sneakin' 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 

'fore I said "Amen" 

Askin' God if he could play it again 

I've heard every album 

Listened to the radio 

Waited for something 

To come along 

That was as good as our song 

'Cause our song is the slammin' screen door 

Sneakin' out late 

Tappin' 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" 

Askin' God if he 

Could play it again 

Play it again 

I was ridin' 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