Before He Cheats

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 A-'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 Oh, before he cheats Oh