All week long, she loves to stay at home and hold me
She hangs her buckle in the closet
Keeps her boots up on the shelf
Heaven knows the good Lord sent me an angel, oh
But every Saturday night, she wants to raise her own hell

She likes kicking up a little sawdust on her halo
Yeah, she'll whirl and twirl and twist and turn while the jukebox plays and moans
Well, she paints on them tight blue jeans 
And brings out the devil in me
She likes kicking up a little sawdust on her halo

You can find her in the choir loft every Sunday
Winking at me with two sore feet inside her high heel shoes
Every Saturday night, she'll dance 'til closing time 
And she'll be there in the morning for Sunday School

She likes kickin up a lil sawdust on her halo
Yeah, she'll whirl and twirl and twist and turn while the jukebox plays and moans..
Well, she paints on them tight blue jeans 
And brings out the devil in me..
She likes kickin up a lil sawdust on her halo
Aww..kick it up darlin'!

She likes kicking up a little sawdust on her halo
Yeah, she'll whirl and twirl and twist and turn while the jukebox plays and moans
Well, she paints on them tight blue jeans 
And brings out the devil in me
She likes kicking up a little sawdust on her halo

She likes kicking up a little sawdust on her halo
Yeah, she'll whirl and twirl and twist and turn while the jukebox plays and moans
Well, she paints on them tight blue jeans 
And brings out the devil in me
She likes kicking up a little sawdust on her halo
Kicking up a little sawdust on her halo