I cinta Taylor as county.
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front kursi 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, "Nothin', I was just thinkin' how we don't have a song"
And he said,
Our song is a slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone, and anda talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way anda laugh, on the first date
Man, I didn't ciuman her, and I should have
And when I got home, before I berkata amen
Asking God if he could play it again oh yeah.