I was walking up the front porch steps
The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
I look around, turn the radio down
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know
To my lovin' bed
Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on his window
I say, “Nothing I was just thinking
'Cause it's late and his mama don't know
And lost and thrown away
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
I've heard every album, listened to the radio
Got to the hallway, well, on my way
Asking God if He could play it again
He says, “Baby is something wrong?”
Our song is the way he laughs
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
The other on my heart
After everything that day
Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
Play it again, oh, yeah, oh, oh, yeah
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
How we don't have a song” and he says
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song
Our song is the way you laugh
Asking God if He could play it again
I almost didn't notice all the roses
The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have
Asking God if He could play it again
In the front seat of his car
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
Our song is the way you laugh
Our song is the slamming screen door
'Cause our song is the slamming screen door
When we're on the phone and he talks real slow
The first date man, I didn't kiss him and I should have
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
And the note that said
