Saturday Night

playing pool on a Saturday night long neck in hand, juke plays behind jeans and boots and cowboy hats Saturday night, and I'm kicking back the tune on the juke becomes real slow you saunter up, to give me a go if you want to dance cowboy there is something you oughta know I'm tough as nails, soft as velvet my heart is cold and melts like butter if you want to dance with me better get some things straight I'm not just another pretty face much to my surprise, one dance lead to another soon I've told you things, I haven't even told my mother and you're fessing up to some secrets of your own no matter how this plays, I'm going home alone you get my number and tell me you will call maybe you will, maybe you won't all it doesn't really matter, one way or another it was just a pool hall night that turned out right now every Saturday night, I'm playing pool with you longnecks in hand and we haven't missed a cue and when they play our song we're out on that floor you've melted my heart and left me wanting more