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Our Song lyrics

Type all the lyrics to Taylor Swift's song, "Our Song"
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Lyrics
I
was
ridin'
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
Lyrics
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,
'fore
I
said
"Amen,"
asking
God
if
he
could
play
it
again
I
was
walkin'
up
the
front
porch
steps
after
everything
that
day
had
gone
all
wrong
and
been
trampled
on
Got
Lyrics
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
a
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
Lyrics
her
and
I
should
have"
And
when
I
got
home,
'fore
I
said
"Amen,"
asking
God
if
he
can
play
it
again
I've
heard
every
song,
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
Sneakin'
out
late,
tapping
on
his
window
When
we're
on
the
phone
and
he
talks
real
slow
'cause
it's
late
and
his
Lyrics
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,
'fore
I
said
"Amen,"
askin'
God
if
he
could
play
it
again
Oh
yeah
Oh,
oh
yeah
I
was
ridin'
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
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