Before He Cheats Lyrics

Right now he's probably slow dancing with a
Beach-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 pool stick
Showing her how to shoot a combo
And he don't know
Chorus:
That I dug my key into the side of his
Pretty little souped up 4-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 kareoke
Right now she's probably saying "I'm drunk"
And he's a-thinking that he's gonna get a-lucky
Right now he's probably dabbing on three
Dollars worth of that bathroom Polo
And he don't know
I might have saved a little trouble for the next girl
'Cause the next time that he cheats
Ohh you know it won't be on me
Ohh not on me
C D (tacet) Em D C
Ohh maybe next time he'll think before he cheats
Ohh before he cheats