Holding On / Before He Cheats / Baby Boy (Mixed)

[Verse 1]

Right now, he's probably slow dancing

With a bleached-blonde tramp

And she's probably getting frisky

Right now, he's probably buying her some fruity little drink

'Cause she can't shoot a whiskey

Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick

Showing her how to shoot a combo

And he don't know

[Chorus]

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

Slashed a hole in all four tires

Maybe next time, he'll think before hе cheats

[Verse 2]

Right now, she's probably up singing some

Whitе-trash version of Shania karaoke

Right now, she's probably saying, "I'm drunk"

And he's a-thinking that he's gonna get lucky

Right now, he's probably dabbing on

Three dollars worth of that bathroom Polo

Oh, and he don't know

[Chorus]

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

Slashed a hole in all four tires

Maybe next time, he'll think before he cheats