She don't cook, she don't clean
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She ain't never found the knob on the washin' machine
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She don't iron, she don't sew
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Says why waste time, foldin' clothes
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She ain't never gonna get Mama's recipe right
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But she knows what to do with a Saturday night
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Hit every hot spot all around town
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Turn it on up, she'll tear it on down
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People rubber neckin', tryin' to see her dance
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She got a belly button ring and some low-rider pants
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They call me lucky, I know that's right
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She knows what to do with a Saturday night
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She makes a mean margarita and a Singapore Sling
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And if ya'll are into Skynard, she sure can sing
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She's gonna run the table, if you let her break
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She might pop out of the top of a birthday cake
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And that little black dress painted on tight
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She knows what to do with a Saturday night
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[Chorus]
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Hit every hot spot all around town
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Turn it on up, she'll tear it on down
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People rubber neckin', tryin' to see her dance
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She got a belly button ring and some low-rider pants
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They call me lucky, I know that's right
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She knows what to do with a Saturday night
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We get home in the early a.m.
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That's when all the real fun begins
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Yeah, she holds me close and whispers in my ear
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Every little sweet thing I want to hear
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Then she lights them candles and out go the lights
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She knows what to do with a Saturday night
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Yeah, they call me lucky, I know that's right
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She knows what to do with a Saturday night
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Saturday night
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With a Saturday night
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Saturday night
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She Knows What To Do With A Saturday Night
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Billy Currington |