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She Knows What to Do With a Saturday Night

She don't cook, she don't clean

She ain't ever found a knob on the washin' machine

She don't iron, she don't sew

Says, "Why waste time foldin' clothes?"She ain't ever gonna get Mama's recipe right

But she knows what to do with a Saturday nightHit 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 pantsThey call me lucky, I know that's right

She knows what to do with a Saturday nightShe makes a mean margarita and a Singapore Sling

And if y'all 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 cakeAnd that little black dress painted on tight

She knows what to do with a Saturday nightHit 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 pantsThey call me lucky, I know that's right

She knows what to do with a Saturday nightWe 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 wanna hearThen she lights them candles and out go the lights

She knows what to do with a Saturday nightYeah, they call me lucky, I know that's right

She knows what to do with a Saturday night

Saturday night, with a Saturday night

Saturday night

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