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.
