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

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 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 you'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' but I should have

And when I got for I said amen

Asking God if he could play it again

I was walking up the front

Porch steps after everything the 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

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 you'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' but I should have

And when I got for 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

Was as good as our song

Our song is the slamming screen door

Sneaking out late' tapping on your window

When you'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' but I should have

And when I got for I said amen

Asking God if he could play it again

Our song is the slamming screen door'

Sneakin' out late' tapping on his window

When I'm on the phone and

You talk real slow

Cuase it's late and his mama 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 for I said amen

Asking God if he could play it again

Play it again oh yeah oh yeah

I was riding shotgun 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