Story start!
My Baby Cake!
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Hyorin's POV
Me:OPPA~ PALLI!
Hi their the name is Kim Hyo Jung but you can call me Hyorin!
And I'm calling my Baby Cake Xiumin!
Oppa:Ne, jagiya I'm coming my Baby cake!!
Well are up to school now!
by the way 15 years old 3rd year high school!
And Xiumin is also my classmate
Xiumin:Kaja Baby cake!
He hug me by my back and kiss my cheeks!
Me:Kaja!
Then he break the hug and we start to walked to his car!
He open the door for me!
Me:Kasahiminda
Xiumin:Ne!
Then I put the sit belt and he did the same and start to drive
Xiumin:Baby Cake!?
Me:Ne!?
His one hand is the drivers wheel and one is in my hand!
Xiumin:Can you just sing a song!?
Me:Just turn on the radio
Then the next he do is take away his hand in my hand
What the!
What's the problem
Let me think of it!!!!! -_-+
Well I think
Yeah I'm going to sing!
Me:I was riding 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 heart
I look around, turn the radio down
He says, "Baby is something wrong?"
I say, "Nothing,
I was just thinking
How we don't have a song"
And he says...
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, when I should have"
And when I got home ... 'fore I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again
I was walking 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...
[Chorus:]
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, when 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 song...
[Chorus:]
'Cause our song 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 song is the way he laughs
The first date: "Man, I didn't kiss him, when I should have"
And when I got home ... 'fore I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again
Play it again
Oh, yeah...
Oh-oh, yeah.
I was riding 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 song
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