Carrie Underwood
Before he cheats

Right now he’s probably slow dancing
With that bleach 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 behind her with a pool stick showing
Her how to shoot a combo
And he don’t know

Chorus:
i dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little suped up four wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
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 thinking that he’s gonna get lucky
Right now he’s probably dabbing on three dollars worth of that bathroom polo
And he don’t know

Repeat chorus:
I mighta saved a little trouble for the next girl
‘Cause the next time that he cheats
You know it won’t be on me

Chorus