Titre : 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 night 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 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 cake And that little black dress painted on tight She knows what to do with a Saturday night 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 wanna 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 Saturday night