Before He Cheats

Right now, he's probably dancing With a bleached blond tramp And she's probably getting frisky Right now, he's probably buying her a fruity little drink 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 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 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 thinking, I'm gonna get lucky Right now, he's probably dabbing on Three dollars worth of that bathroom Polo 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 Slashed a hole in all four tires Maybe next time, he'll think before he Oh, maybe next time, he'll think before he cheats I might have saved a little trouble for the next girl The next time that he cheats Oh, you know it won't be 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 Slashed a hole in all four tires Maybe next time, he'll think before he cheats