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Lirieke: Brad Paisley. American Saturday Night. I Hope That's Me.


Somebody's gotta scratch your back, the places you can't reach
Say something that'll make you laugh, that's exactly what you need,
And I hope that's me, I hope that's me.

Somebody's gonna get dressed up and take you out for valentine's,
Get lots of jealous looks thinking that's one lucky guy,
And I hope that's me, I hope that's me.

And you, you keep on wondering who, is gonna love you like I already do,
And I keep wondering when you'll see, that eventually.

Somebody's gonna throw on a (??),
When your fever hits a hundred and two,
Go down and pick your prescription up,
And come home and fix you soup,
And I hope that's me, I hope that's me.

Somebody's gonna buy a ring,
Somebody's gonna make you cry,
Somebody's gonna lift that veil,
And get to look into your eyes,
And I hope that's me, I hope that's me.

Cause you, you keep on wondering who, is gonna love you like I already do,
And I keep wondering when you'll see, maybe eventually.

Old man on a front porch swing,
Looking back on his long life,
Glass of ice tea in his hand,
Other arm around his wife.

And I hope that's you, I hope that's me.
I hope that's you, and I hope that's me.
I hope that's you, and I hope that's me.
I hope that's you, and I hope that's me.

I hope that's me.