Before He Cheats

Before He Cheats Carrie Underwood 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 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 3 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.