Before He Cheats

Right now he's probably slow dancing with a bleach blonde tramp and she's probably getting frisky

Right now he's probably buying her some fruity little drink cause she can't shoot whiskey

Right now he's probably up behind her with a blue stick showing her how to shoot a combo

And you 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 sheets

I took a look with a slugger to both headlights

And flashed a home and 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 Carey, okay?

Right now, she's probably saying "I'm drunk" and he's thinking that he's gonna get lucky

Right now, he's probably dabbing on $3 worth of that bathroom cologne

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 sheets

I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights

I slashed a hole in all four tires

Maybe next time he'll think before he chooses

I might have saved a little trouble for the next girl

'Cause the next time that he chooses

Oh, you know it won't be on me

No, not on me

'Cause I dug my key into the side

This pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive

Carved my name into his leather skids

I took the Louis Miss lover to both headlights

Slashed a hole in all four tires

And maybe next time I'll thank before he achieves

Oh, maybe next time I'll thank

Before he achieved it

Oh, and before he achieved it

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