歌词
作词 : Taylor Swift
作曲 : Taylor Swift
This is the song that i wrote umm...
I'll be ask a question again
Okay
Hey, Taylor
Yes, ?
What are you tell us about the next song?
This is the song that i wrote umm...
In 9th grade for my high school talent show, actually
9th grade that was like when?
Umm...like three years ago, actually
Yeah, thanks for that
You guys can sing along with this one
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 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, when 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
And 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, when 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...
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, when I should have"
And when I got home ... 'before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again
Play it again
Oh, yeah...
Oh-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