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The lyrics to the first part of this song are as follows:
I was ridin' shotgun
With my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
He's got a one hand feel
On the steerin' wheel
The other on my heart
I look around turn the radio down
He says, "Baby, somethin' wrong?"
I say, "Nothin', I was just thinkin',
That we don't have a song..."
Our Song.