[00:00.000] 作词 : Taylor Swift[00:01.000] 作曲 : Taylor Swift[00:11.810]I was riding shot-gun with my hair undone[00:14.610]in the front seat of his car[00:17.060]He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel[00:20.000]The other on my heart[00:23.200]I look around turn the radio down[00:25.250]He says baby is something wrong[00:28.090]I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song[00:34.130]And he says[00:35.130]Our song is the slamming screen door[00:37.680]Sneakin' out late tapping on your window[00:40.580]When we're on the phone and you talk real slow[00:44.080]Cause it's late and your mama don't know[00:46.070]Our song is the way you laugh[00:48.270]The first date man I didn't kiss her and I should have[00:51.820]And when I got home before I said amen[00:57.170]Asking God if he could play it again[01:07.810]I was walking up the front porch steps[01:09.950]after everything that day[01:12.550]Had gone all wrong and been trampled on[01:15.200]And lost and thrown away[01:18.150]Got to the hallway well on my way to my lovin' bed[01:23.240]I almost didn't notice all the roses[01:25.990]And the note that said[01:27.990]Our song is the slamming screen door[01:31.530]Sneakin' out late tapping on your window[01:34.530]When we're on the phone and you talk real slow[01:38.030]Cause it's late and your mama don't know[01:40.280]Our song is the way you laugh[01:42.220]The first date man I didn't kiss her and I should have[01:45.620]And when I got home before I said amen[01:51.270]Asking God if he could play it again[02:08.260]I've heard every album listened to the radio[02:13.010]Waited for something to come along[02:18.400]That was as good as our song[02:21.650]Cause our song is the slamming screen door[02:24.090]Sneaking out late tapping on his window[02:27.140]When we're on the phone and he talks real slow[02:30.390]Cause it's late and his mama don't know[02:32.580]Our song is the way he laughs[02:34.580]The first date man I didn't kiss him and I should have[02:37.830]And when I got home before I said amen[02:43.730]Asking God if he could play it again[03:04.580]I was riding shot-gun with my hair undone[03:07.080]In the front seat of his car[03:10.130]I grabbed a pen and an old napkin[03:12.270]And I wrote down our song