I
was riding 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 down
He says baby is
something wrong?
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't
have a song
And he says...
Abby was riding with Tony she was happy after the wedding (not really ) they were deciding to take things slowly. They were out on a date! Tony looked at Abby she looked upset, "What's wrong Abby?" he asked her … she looked at him and said "nothing but we have been going out for 1 month now we should have a song" Tony grinned ant he parked… they were at the park Abby sat down on swing and started singing…
Our
song is a slamming screen door,
Sneaking' 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
The first date "Man I didn't kiss her, and I should
have"
And when I got home ... 'fore I said amen
Asking God
if he could play it again
Abby giggled "wouldn't take you for the singing type Tony boy" Tony glared he replied "yet here I am expressing my song for you Abs" Abby shook her head and tsked "I had a terrible day today" …
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 loving' bed
I almost didn't
notice all the roses
And the note that said...
Abby was lying on her bed and she was thinking of Tony she sighed and said "I wish I could tell him my secret" Tony chose to come in at that moment "you say something Abs?" he asked her… "no just thinking" he smiled and walked out Abby groaned… WAIT was that Tony singing?
Our
song is a slamming screen door,
Sneaking' 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
The first date "Man I didn't kiss her, and I should
have"
And when I got home ... 'fore I said amen
Asking God
if he could play it again
Abby was listening to the radio she finished playing all her and found out that no song was like their song…
I've
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 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
The first date "man, I didn't kiss him, and I should
have"
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
Asking God if
he could play it again
Abby grabbed a note-book and wrote down Tony's serenade….
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
Authors note: OMG thank you so much to for those reviews and I chose Our Song ( if you couldn't tell (: well I hoped you liked it xx )
