Lyrics: I rode shotgun with my hair in the front seat of his car He's got a reverse one-hand feel on the steering wheel The other on my heart I look around, you turn down the volume on the radio He says baby is something wrong? I say nothing I was just thinking about how we do not have a song and he says ... [Chorus:] Our song is the slamming door, Sneakin 'out late, tapping on the window when you are on the phone and speak very slowly, cause it's too late and your mama do not know Our song is like you. ..
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