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 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 Three dollars worth of that bathroom Polo Oh, and he don't know Oh, 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 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 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 Ohh...