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 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 head lights I 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 three 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 head lights I slashed a hole in all four tires Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats I might have 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 head lights I 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