Back of my Hand (Stripped Down)

We're gonna be twenty minutes late wherever we go
You're gonna make me stop at the drive through to get yourself a Red Bull
You're gonna grab that radio dial and turn the music up way too loud
This happens every time that we go out
I know you just like the back of my hand

You're gonna have those ripped jeans on and that sweet perfume
That long black curly hair, your eyes are always ocean blue
You're gonna talk about your Mama, and Jesus, singing Florida Georgia Line
This happens to me every single night
Yeah I know you just like the back of my hand

Like the bottom of a whiskey mason jar
Or when I press the clutch in this beat up car
When my favorite song's played by my favorite band
I know you just like the back of my hand

When I get home from work tonight and I walk through that door
You're pouring a glass of wine; you swear to me it's just one more
You're gonna' have our baby on your shoulders then look at me and say
Isn't he the cutest thing that you've ever seen
Well I know you just like the back of my hand

Like the bottom of a whiskey mason jar
Or when I press the clutch in this beat up car
When my favorite song's played by my favorite band
I know you just like the back of my hand

I could close my eyes and know it's you
That's standing next to me in this room
From the way you dance, from the way you move, up and down the floor
Won't you give me just a little more
Do it, do it, do it again
Cause I know you just like the back of my hand

Like the bottom of a whiskey mason jar
Or when I press the clutch in this beat up car
When my favorite song's played by my favorite band
I know you just like the back of my hand
Yeah I know you just like the back of my hand

Do it, do it, do it again
Do it, do it, do it again
C'mon now, do it, do it, do it again
Cause I know you just like the back of my hand