Before He Cheats

Right now he's probably slow dancing
With a bleached-blond tramp
And she's probably getting frisky
Right now, he's probably buying
Her some fruity cocktail
'Cause she can't shoot 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

I dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little souped-up four wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seat
Took Louisville slugger to both head lights
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 saying, "I'm drunk"
And he's a thinking that he's gonna get lucky

Right now, he's probably dabbing on 3 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 seat
Took Louisville slugger to both head lights
Slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

I might've saved a little trouble for the next girl
'Cause the next time that he cheats
It won't be on me!

I dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little souped-up four wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seat
Took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
Slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he, he cheats



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Tompkins, Joshua Kear
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