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 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 at 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 headlights Slashed a hole in all four tires Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats I might've 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