Chapter 1

Our song

A/n: I can't get the Fanfiction thingy to work on my computer so when I update it will be at the end of this instead of on a new page.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of these songs.

Summary: This is just a bunch of songs that I changed the words to so they would be Twilight appropriate.

Our song

I was ridin shotgun with my hair undone

In the front seat of his car

He's got a one hand feel on the steering wheel the other on my heart

I look around turn the Radio off

He says "Love? Is something wrong?

I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song."

And he says

Our song is a slamming window

Sneaking in late at night tapping on my window

When we're on t he bed and you talk real slow

Cause it's late and my daddy don't know

Our song is the way you smile

The way you laugh first date man I didn't kiss you and I should have

And when I got home fore I said Amen

Asking God if he could play it again

I was walking up the front porch steps

After everything that day

had gone all wrong or 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

Our song is a slamming window

Sneaking in late at night tapping on my window

When we're on the bed and you talk real slow

Cause it's late and your daddy don't know.

Our song is the way you smile

The way you laugh fist date man I didn't kiss you and I should have

And when I got home I said Amen

Asking God if he could play it again.

I heard every album, listened to the radio

Waited for something to come along

That was as good as our song.

Cause our song is a slamming window

Sneaking in late tappin on his window

When we're on the bed and he talks real slow

Cause it's late and my daddy don't know.

Our song is the way he smiles

First date man, I didn't kiss him and I should have.

And when I got home fore I said Amen

Askin God if he could play it again.

Play it again, oh, yeah, oh, oh, yeah.

I was ridin 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.