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