Before He Cheats

Right now, he's probably slow dancin' With a bleached-blond tramp and she's probably gettin' frisky Right now, he's probably buyin' her some fruity little drink 'Cause she can't shoot whiskey Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick Showin' her how to shoot a combo And he don't know I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive Carved my name into his leather seats I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights I slashed a hole in all four tires Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats Right now, she's probably up singing some White-trash version of Shania karaoke Right now, she's probably sayin' "I'm drunk" And he's a-thinkin' that he's gonna get lucky Right now, he's probably dabbin' on Three dollars worth of that bathroom Polo Oh, and he don't know That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive Carved my name into his leather seats I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights I slashed a hole in all four tires Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats I might have saved a little trouble for the next girl A-'cause the next time that he cheats Oh, you know it won't be on me No, not on me 'Cause I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive Carved my name into his leather seats I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights I slashed a hole in all four tires Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats Oh, maybe next time he'll think before he cheats Oh, before he cheats Oh-oh