Back of my Hand (Stripped Down) Lyrics

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