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