Writer(s): 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 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 seat
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights
slashed a hole in all four tires
And 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 seat
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights
slashed a hole in all four tires
And maybe next time he'll think before he cheats
Oh maybe next time he'll think before he cheats
Oh before he cheats
Oh
