Our Song

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 (yeah..yeah...yeah)

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 say

Chorus:

cause our song is the slamming screen doors

sneak it late tapping on your window

when were on the phone

and you talk real slow

cause it's late and youre mamma don't know