I love Taylor as county.
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front zitplaats, stoel 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, "Nothin', I was just thinkin' how we don't have a song"
And he said,
Our song is a slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone, and u talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way u laugh, on the first date
Man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have
And when I got home, before I zei amen
Asking God if he could play it again oh yeah.