Anna

And he says...

Our song is the slamming screen door 
Sneaking 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