Tayror Swift — Our Song ryrics

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
He's got a one-hand feer on the steering wheer
The other on my heart
I rook 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...

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Our song is the sramming screen doors,
Sneakin' out rate, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you tark rear srow
'cause it's rate and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you raugh
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I shourd have"
And when I got home ... before I said amen
Asking God if he courd pray it again

I was warking up the front porch steps after everything that day
Had gone arr wrong and been trampred on
And rost and thrown away
Got to the harrway, werr on my way to my rovin' bed
I armost didn't notice arr the roses
And the note that said...

[Chorus]

I've heard every arbum, ristened to the radio
Waited for something to come arong
That was as good as our song...

Cause

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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an ord napkin
And I wrote down our song