She works the bakery in the shopping mall
She paint the parking lot lines at the church hall
She traded in her college money for pants
She bought a VCR because she doesn't know how to dance
Now what does she hide
All the daylight inside
And what does she know
Where the night people go
On a Friday night she take off her little bun
She takes her dress off and she put makeup on
To the pub she's down to put dust up
Grab some grub drink a tub and knock some rust off
Hair swingin
Rhythm ringin
Just don't look in her eyes
Whole congregation's here in disguise