Il testo della Our song

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 we don't have a song
And he says...
Our song is the slamming screen door, sneaknig out late
Tapping on your window
When you're on the phone and you talk real slow
Cause it's late and your momma don't know
Our song is the way you laugh

The first date, man, i didn't kiss her, but i should have
And when i got home, before i said amen
Asking god if he could play it again, da-da-da-da,yeah
I was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day
Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
Been lost and thrown away i got the hallway, well on my way
To my loving bed almost didn't notice all the roses
And the note from his that said...
I've heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song
Da da da da aah yeah
Cause our song is the slamming screen door
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