Our Song da Taylor Swift
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front sede, sedile 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 te talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way te laugh
The first data man, I didn't baciare her and I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I detto amen
Asking God if...
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