Before He Cheats Songtext
von Carrie Underwood

Right now, he′s probably slow dancin' with a bleach-blonde tramp
And she′s probably getting frisky
Right now, he's probably buyin' her some fruity little drink
′Cause she can′t shoot whiskey
Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool stick
Showin′ 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-thinkin′ that he′s gonna get lucky
Right now, he's probably dabbin′ 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
And maybe next time he′ll think before he cheats

I might've saved a little trouble for the next girl
A-′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
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

You guys enjoy your night!