Some extraordinary news...

I was riding shotgun
with my hair undone
in the front kerusi, tempat duduk of his car
He's got a one-hand feel
on the steerin' wheel
the other on my
H-h-eart
i look around
turn the radio down
he says baby is somethin' wrong
i say nothin'
i was just thinkin'
how we don't have a song
and he says:

Chorus:
our song
is the slammin' screen door
sneakin' out late
tappin' on your win-dow
when we're on the phone
and anda talk real slow
'cause it's late and you're mama
don't know
our song is the way anda laugh
the first date
man, i didn't Ciuman her
and i should have
and when i got home
'fore i berkata amen
askin' God if he could play it again.

I was...

I don’t think that passenger seat
Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
And I count the Warna in his eyes
He’ll never fall in Cinta he swears
As he runs his fingers through his hair
I’m laughing cause I hope he's wrong
I don't think it ever crossed his mind
He tells a joke I fake a smile
That I know all his kegemaran songs
And..

[chorus:]
I could tell anda his kegemaran color's green
He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful, he has his father’s eyes
And if anda asked me if I Cinta him,
I’d lie

He looks around the room
Innocently overlooks the truth
Shouldn’t...