歌词
I was ridin' shot gun with my hair undone
in the front seat of his car
He had a one hand feel on the steerin' wheel
The other on my heeaaaart
I look around turn the radio down, I say
"Baby is somethin' wrong"
I say "nothin' I was just thinkin' how we don't have a song"
And he says "Our song is a slammin' screan door
Sneakin' out late tappin' on your window
When im on the phone and you talk reallllll slow
Cause its late and your mama dont know