She Knows What To Do With A Saturday Night - Billy Currington

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

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

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

Saturday night