If you're out at the bar, and you're drunk with your friends

While your girl waits up at home

And you see a pretty blonde come walkin' in, and you notice she's all alone

You say, what's the hurt in just a little bit of flirtin'

And you ask her what she's drinkin'

Well, honey, I hate to tell you, that's cheatin'

If you ask for her number, and you save it under a completely different name

And you think I won't think anythin' of it when you jump at a text from James

You can talk, talk, talk to whoever you want, but when you feel the need to delete it

Honey, I hate to break it, that's cheatin'

You can cry, cry, cry

Give me every excuse in the whole dang book

Lie, lie, lie

But if you have to say it ain't as bad as it looks

It is, it was, you did, we're done

You want a quick way to get me leavin', that's cheatin'

Let me slow this down, let me spell it out

I don't care that you didn't kiss her

I'll paint it pretty 'cause the whole dang city

Knows how much you like pictures

We don't live in a world where you can't be friends with girls

But the second it becomes a secret

Honey, I know you know it, that's cheatin', hm

You can cry, cry, cry

Give me every excuse in the whole dang world

Lie, lie, lie

But if you have to say it ain't as bad as it looks

It is (it is), it was (it was)

You did (you did), we're done (we're so done)

You want a quick way to get me leavin', that's cheatin'

Anyone with half a brain can see it

Oh, that's why you can't see it

What you been up to the last few weekends

That's cheatin'