She's a screamer but no one knows Just me and her old boyfriends I suppose When I take her to see the folks they eat from her hand On the way home I'm driving I have to stop the car or crash it right there She's my sticky treat, she's my bag o' sweets She's my medicine Oh she's Saturday night and Sunday morning Like Princess Grace in Rear Window She's a volcano under snow Sometimes our action's all slo-mo in holy candlelight
I give her all my devotion But sometimes she can't wait to be mashing on me She's country soul, she's jelly roll She's mountain high, she's valley low Oh she's Saturday night and Sunday morning She's h**n, she's amphetamine She's mountain high, she's valley low She's my sticky treat, she's my medicine She's my medicine, she's my murder scene She's Saturday night and Sunday morning