I've heard every album, listened to the radio.
Waited for something to come along, that was as good as our song.
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'Cause our song is the slamming screen door, sneaking out late, tapping on his window.
When we're on the phone and he talks real slow 'cause it's late and his mama don't know.
Our song is the way he laughs. The first date man, I didn't kiss him and I should have.
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen, asking God if He could play it again.