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
she's probably up singing some
white-trash version of shania karaoke