She Knows What to Do with a Saturday Night |
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She Knows What to Do with a Saturday Night Lyrics |
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 She don`t cook, she don`t clean She ain`t never found the knob on the washin` machine She don`t iron, she don`t sew Says why waste time, foldin` clothes She ain`t never gonna get Mama`s recipe right But she knows what to do with a Saturday night [Chorus] Hit every hot spot all around town Turn it on up, she`ll tear it on down People rubber neckin`, tryin` to see her dance She got a belly button ring and some low-rider pants They call me lucky, I know that`s right She knows what to do with a Saturday night She makes a mean margarita and a Singapore Sling And if ya`ll are into Skynard, she sure can sing She`s gonna run the table, if you let her break She might pop out of the top of a birthday cake And that little black dress painted on tight She knows what to do with a Saturday night [Chorus] Hit every hot spot all around town Turn it on up, she`ll tear it on down People rubber neckin`, tryin` to see her dance She got a belly button ring and some low-rider pants They call me lucky, I know that`s right She knows what to do with a Saturday night We get home in the early a.m. That`s when all the real fun begins Yeah, she holds me close and whispers in my ear Every little sweet thing I want to hear Then she lights them candles and out go the lights She knows what to do with a Saturday night Yeah, they call me lucky, I know that`s right She knows what to do with a Saturday night Saturday night With a Saturday night |
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