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Right now, he's probably slow dancin' with a bleach-blonde 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 (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 (both headlights) 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 Oh, that I dug my key into the side (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 (both headlights) 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 Oh, you know it won't be on me No, not on me 'Cause I dug my key into the side (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 (both headlights) 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 (Na na na-na-na, na na na na, na na) Oh, before he cheats (Na na na-na-na, na na na na, na na) Oh
Writer(s): Josh Kear, Chris Tompkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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