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	Current version of Taylor Swift Lyrics Our Song (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/t/taylor-swift/our-song/) Current version of the lyrics						Version 9 of Taylor Swift Lyrics Our Song (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/t/taylor-swift/our-song/v9.html) Version 9 of the lyrics
	I was riding shotgun with my hair undone						I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
	In the front seat of his car						In the front seat of his car
	He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel						He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
	The other on my heart						The other on my heart
	I look around, turn the radio down						I look around, turn the radio down
	He says, “Baby is something wrong?”						He says, “Baby is something wrong?”
	I say, “Nothing I was just thinking						I say, “Nothing I was just thinking
	How we don't have a song” and he says						How we don't have a song” and he says
	Our song is the slamming screen door						Our song is the slamming screen door
	Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window						Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
	When we're on the phone and you talk real slow						When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
	'Cause it's late and your mama don't know						'Cause it's late and your mama don't know
	Our song is the way you laugh						Our song is the way you laugh
	The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have						The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have
	And when I got home, 'fore I said amen						And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
	Asking God if He could play it again						Asking God if He could play it again
	I was walking up the front porch steps						I was walking up the front porch steps
	After everything that day						After everything that day
	Had gone all wrong or been trampled on						Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
	And lost and thrown away						And lost and thrown away
	Got to the hallway, well, on my way						Got to the hallway, well, on my way
	To my lovin' bed						To my lovin' bed
	I almost didn't notice all the roses						I almost didn't notice all the roses
	And the note that said						And the note that said
	Our song is the slamming screen door						Our song is the slamming screen door
	Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window						Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
	When we're on the phone and you talk real slow						When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
	'Cause it's late and your mama don't know						'Cause it's late and your mama don't know
	Our song is the way you laugh						Our song is the way you laugh
	The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have						The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have
	And when I got home, 'fore I said amen						And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
	Asking God if He could play it again						Asking God if He could play it again
	I've heard every album, listened to the radio						I've heard every album, listened to the radio
1	Waited for something to come along						Waiting for something to come along	1
	That was as good as our song						That was as good as our song
	'Cause our song is the slamming screen door						'Cause our song is the slamming screen door
	Sneakin' out late, tapping on his window						Sneakin' out late, tapping on his window
	When we're on the phone and he talks real slow						When we're on the phone and he talks real slow
	'Cause it's late and his mama don't know						'Cause it's late and his mama don't know
	Our song is the way he laughs						Our song is the way he laughs
	The first date man, I didn't kiss him and I should have						The first date man, I didn't kiss him and I should have
	And when I got home, 'fore I said amen						And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
	Asking God if He could play it again						Asking God if He could play it again
	Play it again, oh, yeah, oh, oh, yeah						Play it again, oh, yeah, oh, oh, yeah
	I was riding shotgun with my hair undone						I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
	In the front seat of his car						In the front seat of his car
	I grabbed a pen and an old napkin						I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
	And I wrote down our song						And I wrote down our song

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