hello here's an art dump. I WAS RIDING SHOT GUN WITH MY HAIR UNDON I N THE FRONT SEAT OF HIS CAR HES GOT ONE HAND ON THE SERIN WHEEL THE OTHER ON MY HEART I LOOK AROUND TURN THE RADIO DOWN HE WAS BABY IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG I SAY NOTHING I WAS JUST THINKING HOW WE DOWN HAVE A SONG......... AND HE SAYS ARE SONG IS A SLIVER SCEEN DOOR SING OUT LATE TAPPING ON YOUR WINDOW WHEN WHERE ON THE PHONE AND YOU TALK REAL SLOW CUZ ITS LATE AND MY MAMAA DOWN KNOW here are the real lyrics: I was ridin' shotgun with my hair undone In the front seat of his car He's got a one-hand feel on the steerin' wheel The other on my heart I look around, turn the radio down He says, "Baby, is something wrong?" I say, "Nothing, I was just thinking how we don't have a song" And he says Our song is the slamming screen door Sneakin' out late, tappin' on your window When we're on the phone and you talk real slow 'Cause it's late and your mama don't know Our song is the way you laugh The first date; "Man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have" And when I got home, 'fore I said "Amen" Askin' God if he could play it again I was walkin' up the front porch steps after everythin' that day Had gone all wrong and been trampled on And lost and thrown away Got to the hallway, well on my way To my lovin' bed I almost didn't notice all the roses And the note that said Our song is the slamming screen door Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window When we're on the phone and you talk real slow 'Cause it's late and your mama don't know Our song is the way you laugh The first date; "Man, I didn't kiss her and I should have" And when I got home, 'fore I said "Amen" Asking God if he could play it again I've heard every album, listened to the radio Waited for something to come along That was as good as our song 'Cause our song is the slamming screen door Sneakin' out late, tapping on his window When we're on the phone and he talks real slow 'Cause it's late and his mama don't know Our song is the way he laughs The first date; "Man, I didn't kiss him, and I should have" And when I got home, 'fore I said "Amen" Askin' God if he could play it again Play it again Oh yeah Oh, oh yeah I was ridin' shotgun with my hair undone In the front seat of his car I grabbed a pen and an old napkin And I wrote down our song
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