Answer
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I
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was
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ridin'
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shotgun
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with
|
my
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hair
|
undone
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In
|
the
|
front
|
seat
|
of
|
his
|
car
|
He's
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got
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a
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one-
|
hand
|
feel
|
on
|
the
|
steering
|
wheel
|
The
|
other
|
on
|
my
|
heart
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I
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look
|
around
|
turn
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the
|
radio
|
down
|
He
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says
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"Baby
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is
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something
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wrong?"
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I
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say
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"Nothin'
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I
|
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Answer
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was
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just
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thinkin'
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How
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we
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don't
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have
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a
|
song"
|
And
|
he
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says
|
Our
|
song
|
is
|
a
|
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
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don't
|
know
|
Our
|
song
|
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Answer
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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"
|
Askin'
|
God
|
if
|
he
|
could
|
play
|
it
|
again
|
I
|
was
|
walking
|
up
|
the
|
front
|
porch
|
steps
|
After
|
everything
|
that
|
day
|
|
Answer
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Had
|
gone
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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
|
a
|
note
|
that
|
said
|
Our
|
song
|
is
|
a
|
slamming
|
screen
|
door
|
Sneakin'
|
out
|
|
Answer
|
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
|
|
Answer
|
home
|
'fore
|
I
|
said
|
"Amen"
|
Askin'
|
God
|
if
|
he
|
could
|
play
|
it
|
again
|
I've
|
heard
|
every
|
album
|
listened
|
to
|
the
|
radio
|
Waited
|
for
|
somethin'
|
to
|
come
|
along
|
That
|
was
|
as
|
good
|
as
|
our
|
song
|
'Cause
|
our
|
song
|
is
|
a
|
slamming
|
screen
|
door
|
Sneakin'
|
out
|
late
|
tapping
|
|
Answer
|
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
|
|
Answer
|
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
|
wrote
|
down
|
our
|
song
|
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