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Debut

Our song 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 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.

Speak Now

I am not the kind of girl Who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion But you are not the kind of boy Who should be marrying the wrong girl.

I sneak in and see your friends And her snotty little family all dressed in pastel And she is yelling at a bridesmaid Somewhere back inside a room Wearing a gown shaped like a pastry This is surely not what you thought it would be I lose myself in a daydream Where I stand and say.