Palm of Your Hand

My friends all drag me out
Now I'm glad as hell that they did, yeah
You got me jealous of the glass upon them lips
'Cause girls like you don't come around here, 'round here
We go out just to paint the town here
I swear, no, I swear to God

You just made his bar my favorite spot
If you don't know what you got

It ain't just that dress that's gonna be falling tonight
It ain't just that neon buzzin' off them bourbon eyes
And it ain't just that bottom shelf
Making me think I might as well
Be the ice in your glass, damn
It ain't just whiskey in the palm of your hand

I ain't never felt this before
Ain't never fell quite this quick before
Nah, same bar stool, 90 proof ain't hit like this before
'Cause girls like you don't come around here, 'round here
A girl like you might draw a crowd here
I swear, no I swear to God

You could sell me every night, probably buy it
Yeah, and that's probably why

It ain't just that dress that's gonna be falling tonight
It ain't just that neon buzzin' off them bourbon eyes
And it ain't just that bottom shelf
Making me think I might as well
Be the ice in your glass, damn
It ain't just whiskey in the palm of your hand, no

No, it ain't this crowded room
Baby, it's just me and you

And it ain't just that dress that's gonna be falling tonight
It ain't just that neon buzzin' off them bourbon eyes
And it ain't just that bottom shelf
Making me think I might as well
Be the ice in your glass, oh
It ain't just whiskey in the palm of your hand

Ooh, ooh, oh, yeah
Ooh, oh