I was ridin' shotgun with my NOUN undone
In the front seat of his THING
He's got a one- NOUN 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 VERB how we don't have a song"
And he VERB
Our song is the VERB screen door
Sneakin' out late, VERB on your NOUN
When we're on the NOUN, and you VERB real ADJECTIVE
'Cause it's late, and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you VERB
The first date, "Man, I didn't VERB her, and I should have"
And when I got home, 'fore I said, "Amen"
Asking PERSONS NAME if he could play it again
I was walkin' up the front porch steps after everything that day
Had gone all wrong and been trampled on
And VERB and thrown away
Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' NOUN
I almost didn't notice all the PLURAL NOUN
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, " ADJECTIVE , 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 NOUN, listened to the NOUN
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our THING
'Cause our song is the slamming screen NOUN
Sneakin' out late, tapping on ADJECTIVE window
When we're on the phone, and he PLURAL VERB real ADJECTIVE
'Cause it's late, and his mama don't know
Our song is the way he PLURAL VERB
The first date, "Man, I didn't VERB 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 NOUN
I grabbed a NOUN and an ADJECTIVE NOUN
And I wrote down our song
