In the words of the timeless Poet T. Alison Swift..

"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 heeeeaart

I look around, turn the radio down

He says, "Baby, is something wrong?"

I say, "Nothing, I was just thinkin' how we don't have a story"

And he says

Our story is the slamming screen door

Sneakin' 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 story 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

I was walkin' 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 lovin' bed

I almost didn't notice all the roses

And the note that said

Our story is the slamming screen door

Sneakin' 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 story 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

I've heard every album, listened to the radio

Waited for something to come along

That was as good as our story

'Cause our story is the slamming screen door

Sneakin' 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 story 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"

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 story"

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