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 head lights
Slashed a hole in all four tires
And 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 cologne
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
Slashed a hole in all four tires
And maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

I might saved a little trouble for the next girl
Cause the next time that he cheats...
Oh, you know it won't be 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
Slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

Ohh..
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats...
Ohh...
Before he cheats...