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 steerin' wheel
the other on my
H-h-eart
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:

Chorus:
our song
is the slammin' screen door
sneakin' out late
tappin' on your win-dow
when we're on the phone
and Ты talk real slow
'cause it's late and you're mama
don't know
our song is the way Ты laugh
the first date
man, i didn't Kiss her
and i should have
and when i got home
'fore i сказал(-а) amen
askin' God if he could play it again.

I was walkin' up the front porch steps
after
every-thin' that day
it gone all wrong
Ты been tramp-led-on
and a- Остаться в живых
and throw-n aw-ay
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:

Chorus



I've heard every album
listen to the radio
waitin' for somethin'
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 its 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
'fore i сказал(-а) amen
askin' God if he could play it again.

dadadada

i was ridin' shotgun
with my hair undone
in the front сиденье, место, сиденья in his car
i grabbed a pen
and an old nap-kin
and i wrote down our song!