Before He Cheats

Right now

He’s probably slow dancing

With a bleached-blond tramp

And she’s probably getting frisky

He’s probably buying her some

Fruity little drink

Cause she can’t shoot whiskey

He’s probably up behind her

With a pool-stick

Showing her how to shoot a combo

And he don’t know

I dug my key into the side

Of his pretty little suped up 4 wheel drive

Carved my name into his leather seat

I Took a Louisville slugger

To both head lights

Slashed a hole in all 4 tires

And maybe next time

He’ll think before he cheats

She’s probably up singing some

White-trash version of Shania karoke

She’s probably saying "I’m drunk"

And he’s a thinking that he’s gonna lucky

He’s probably dabbing 3 dollars

Worth of that bathroom Polo

Oh and he don’t know

Oh that I dug my key into the side

I might saved a little trouble for the next girl

Cause the next time that he cheats

Oh you know it won’t be on me

Ohh not on me

Cause I dug my key into the side

Maybe next time

Ohh Maybe next time

He’ll think before he cheats

Ohh before he cheats

Ohh