Our Song
Taylor Swift / Def Leppard Lyrics

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
I was sitting in the passenger seat of his car with my hair down

He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel, The other on my heart
He's only driving with one hand, the other hand is on my chest

I look around, turn the radio down, He says, "Baby, is something wrong?"
I'm looking around and turned down the volume on the radio, he then asks me if I'm alright

I say, "Nothin', I was just thinkin' how we don't have a song", And he said,
I said that nothing was wrong, I was just thinking we don't have a song and he responded by saying

Our song is a slamming screen door, Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window, When we're on the phone, and you talk real slow, 'Cause it's late and your mama don't know, Our song is the way you laugh, on the first date, Man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have, And when I got home, before I said amen, Asking God if he could play it again
Our song is all the little things we do together, like sneaking out, tapping on windows and laughing on the first date. It's the things that we should have done differently but were too scared to, and we cherish them so much that we ask God to play it again.

I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day, Had gone all wrong and been trampled on, And lost and thrown away, Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed, I almost didn't notice all the roses, And the note that said,
After a difficult day, I was walking to my bedroom and almost missed the roses and the note he left for me

I've heard every album, listened to the radio, Waited for something to come along, That was as good as our song
I've listened to every song but nothing compares to the special moments we have shared together

'Cause our song is a 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, on the first date, Man, I didn't kiss him, and I should have, And when I got home, before I said amen, Asking God if he could play it again, Play it again, oh yeah, oh, oh, yeah
Our song is all about the times we've sneaked around, talked on the phone late at night, and laughed on our first date. We should have kissed, but didn't. We were so enamored with the moment that we asked God to play it again.

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone, In the front seat of his car, I grabbed a pen and an old napkin, And I wrote down our song
I was sitting next to him in his car with my hair down, and I quickly jotted down our song on a napkin