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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
[Chorus]
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
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
[Chorus]
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
Lyrics submitted by wicked_angel
Track duration: 03:20
"Before He Cheats" as written by Tompkins/kear
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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im in a completley happy relationship hence my screen name but my boyfriend always gets this horrid look on his face when i sing this song outload lol.
it dosnt have to be about a boyfriend just about anyone who stabs you in the back
Where oh where to begin with your song?
How do you know that he's "probably" doing any of these things, Carrie? What evidence do you have? How do you know that right now, he's not sitting at home, alone, playing World of Warcraft?
And if you know for a fact that he's doing these things because you're stalking him, then you can just go ahead and drop the word "probably" from all your verses. If you're just guessing, then your chances of being right about this extremely elaborate picture you've painted - with the bleach blonde tramp, your guy buying the tramp a drink, teaching her how to shoot a combo at pool, the tramp up on stage singing Shania Twain, and your guy going to the bathroom to put on a large quantity of cologne - are pretty small.
If you're going to vandalize his car - based on what he's "probably" doing, not "definitely" but just "probably", then you may not want to leave your carved name behind. The police may take an interest in that.
Just a few things to think about, Carrie. Thank you for your time!
You're all a buncha dumb c*nts with children's taste in music.
You're all a buncha dumb cunts with children's taste in music.
You're all dumb cunts with psychopathic tendencies and children's taste in music.
it's epic.
Boys cheat all the time and this just proves them wrong... lol
btw... i'm a girl... not a boy.