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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
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He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
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The other on my heart' |/ n+ C, t- x7 z( h. H
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; Z4 |3 ~3 I, s9 R7 nHe says baby is something wrong?% V+ Y: ^; N6 V1 z! z. p
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I say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song
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And he says...* h( ]5 N* N3 \4 S7 k+ g
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" `& g0 k8 G6 QOur song is the slamming screen door,
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window* ^9 x; ?/ p# o4 a: x( U& l
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2 t2 Q: \+ H- V7 r: X, C* gWhen you’re on the phone and you talk real slow
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Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know
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Our song is the way you laugh
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have” i/ _; v% ~# x1 Z6 T& T9 P7 k% N
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And when I got home ... before I said amen
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Asking God if he could play it again) ~/ h; r- e3 m8 S! Q$ `. c
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I was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day
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/ U0 ~# W' W: [ G$ D& Q' C. \Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed* @, t! J% v" v! v; [* I
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p: T" H1 q# d+ p: gAnd the note that said...
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1 ~' ^; }; m- I; j! L- U5 @Our song is the slamming screen door,- h4 I, M# D8 _. |+ E9 ~
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”
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And when I got home ... before I said amen0 f( n, i3 k8 j* p# j: t) Z) t
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Asking God if he could play it again
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Waited for something to come along
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That was as good as our song; r0 z, m3 W, m- V
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Sneaking out late, tapping on his window
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Our song is the way he laughs
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And when I got home ... before I said amen! q, W- o9 r6 x( d! E. H D$ R
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Play it again... oh o yea o yea yea
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n. |, d/ ~; n4 D7 hI was riding shotgun with my hair undone9 W; V% f8 B! a" v& l
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