Before He
Cheats
music & lyrics by Chris
Tompkins & Josh Kear
Right now, he's probably slow dancing with a
bleached-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
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 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
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,
I 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!
'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!
Ohhh, maybe next time he'll think before he
cheats!
Ohhh, before he cheats!
