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