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Before He Cheatsight now he's probably slow dancing with a bleached-blond trampAnd 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 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 a-thinking that he's gonna get lucky Right now, he's probably dabbing on Three 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 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 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 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 Oh, maybe next time he'll think before he cheats... Oh, before he cheats... oh, oh |