Our Song by Taylor Swift
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front сиденье, место, сиденья 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 the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and Ты talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way Ты laugh
The first дата man, I didn't Kiss her and I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I сказал(-а) amen
Asking God if...
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