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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car) p0 M5 k. U) Z* C( G
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He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
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6 y% a n/ d0 M' w! jThe other on my heart
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I look around, turn the radio down
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He says baby is something wrong?
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I say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song5 ^% Z. E2 \8 D" {
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And he says...: Z5 Z' e3 F( d; B# `# g5 S, @
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. o( O7 K# ?& F# X5 \9 u( I5 JOur song is the slamming screen door,, |2 K0 e8 F Q8 y: i
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window3 ?8 o' D( \. y t, \( e
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When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow0 B. [; g% z: [& _
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Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know
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. F+ }7 n! C) K5 b rOur song is the way you laugh
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”
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; [) `7 A2 `- x2 p; S& jAnd when I got home ... before I said amen6 b7 C4 V( u; X; P- W' \
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4 C6 {' F1 p( W7 u3 r3 TI was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day
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Had gone all wrong or been trampled on$ m5 ^3 ]; x- k* C, ]" \
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# p% k0 U# y k% l: J7 i+ ^Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed
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I almost didn’t notice all the roses3 v- _6 S0 o8 x8 a
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And the note that said...
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”
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I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio
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Waited for something to come along, {6 M* T2 P* `2 q
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Cause our song is the slamming screen door K; Z4 S. O5 X- R: I
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Play it again... oh o yea o yea yea3 q( e$ p1 ^: G5 a
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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
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And I... wrote down our song--- |
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