Our Song (International Mix)-Taylor Swift

歌手 : Taylor Swift

专辑 : Fearless (International Version)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:19

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TXT Our Song (International Mix)-Taylor Swift 文本歌词

Our Song (International Mix) - Taylor Swift (泰勒·斯威夫特)

Lyrics by：Taylor Swift

Composed by：Taylor Swift

I was riding shot-gun 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

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 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 before I said amen

Asking God if he could play it again

I was walking up the front porch steps

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 slamming screen door

Sneakin' out late tapping 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 before I said amen

Asking 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 slamming screen door

Sneaking out late tapping 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

Asking God if he could play it again

Play it again

I was riding shot-gun 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