Our Song - Taylor Swift (lyrics) I was ridin\u0027 shotgun with my hair undone In the front seat of his car He\u0027s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel The other on my heart I look around, turn the radio down He says, \u0022Baby, is something wrong?\u0022 I say, \u0022Nothing, I was just thinkin\u0027 how we don\u0027t have a song\u0022 And he says Our song is the slamming screen door Sneakin\u0027 out late, tapping on your window When we\u0027re on the phone, and you talk real slow \u0027Cause it\u0027s late, and your mama don\u0027t know Our song is the way you laugh The first date, \u0022Man, I didn\u0027t kiss her, and I should have\u0022 And when I got home, \u0027fore I said, \u0022Amen\u0022 Asking God if he could play it again I was walkin\u0027 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\u0027 bed I almost didn\u0027t notice all the roses And the note that said Our song is the slamming screen door Sneakin\u0027 out late, tapping on your window When we\u0027re on the phone, and you talk real slow \u0027Cause it\u0027s late, and your mama don\u0027t know Our song is the way you laugh The first date, \u0022Man, I didn\u0027t kiss her and I should have\u0022 And when I got home, \u0027fore I said, \u0022Amen\u0022 Asking God if he could play it again I\u0027ve heard every album, listened to the radio Waited for something to come along That was as good as our song \u0027Cause our song is the slamming screen door Sneakin\u0027 out late, tapping on his window When we\u0027re on the phone, and he talks real slow \u0027Cause it\u0027s late, and his mama don\u0027t know Our song is the way he laughs The first date, \u0022Man, I didn\u0027t kiss him, and I should have\u0022 And when I got home, \u0027fore I said, \u0022Amen\u0022 Askin\u0027 God if he could play it again, play it again Oh, yeah Oh, oh yeah I was ridin\u0027 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