Right now, he's probably slow dancing with a bleached-blond 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 knowThat 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 cheatsRight 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 at 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 knowThat 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 cheatsI 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 cheatsOh, before he cheats
Composição: Chris Tompkins / Josh Kear.
