Our Song (Bonus) 作词 : Taylor Swift 作曲 : Taylor Swift This is the song that i wrote umm... I'll be ask a question again Okay Hey, Taylor Yes, ? What are you tell us about the next song? This is the song that i wrote umm... In 9th grade for my high school talent show, actually 9th grade that was like when? Umm...like three years ago, actually Yeah, thanks for that You guys can sing along with this one I was riding shotgun with my hair undone In the front seat of his car He's got a one-hand feel on the steering 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, 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, when I should have" And when I got home ... 'before I said amen Asking God if he could play it again I was walking up the front porch steps After everything 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, when I should have" And when I got home ... 'before 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... 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, when I should have" And when I got home ... 'before I said amen Asking God if he could play it again Play it again Oh, yeah... Oh-oh, yeah. I was riding 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