| I was riding shot gun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car.
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| He got a one hand feel on the steering wheel the other on my heart.
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| I look around turn the radio down he said baby is something wrong?
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| I said nothing I was just thinking how we dont have a song.
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| And he said our song is the slammin' screen door sneaking out late tappin' on
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| your window when your on the phone and you talk real slow 'cuz its late and
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| your momma dont know.
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| Our song is the way you laugh the first date man I didnt kiss her and I should
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| have.
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| And when I got home 'fore I said amen asking god if he could play it again.
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| I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day it gone all
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| wrong I’ve been trampled on been lost and thrown away.
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| Got to the hallway well on my way to my lovin' bed.
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| I always didnt notice all the roses and the note that said,
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| Our song is the slammin' screen door sneakin' out late tappin' on your window
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| when your on the phone and you talk real slow 'cuz its late and your momma dont
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| know.
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| Our song is the way you laugh the first day man I didnt kiss her and I should
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| have.
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| And when I got home 'fore I said amen asking god if he could play it again.
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| I’ve heard every album listen to the radio, waiting for something to come along
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| that was as good as our song
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| 'cuz Our song is the slammin' screen door sneakin' out late tappin' on his
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| window cuz when he’s on the phone and he talks real slow 'cuz its late and his
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| momma dont know.
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| Our song is the way he laughs the first date man I didnt kiss him and I should
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| have.
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| And when I got home 'fore I said amen asking god if he could play it again.
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| Play it again.
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| Oh yeah ah ah yeah.
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| I was riding shot gun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car I
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| grabbed a pen and a old napkin and wrote down our song. |