Before He Cheats Songtext
von Carrie Underwood

Right now, he′s probably slow dancin' with a bleach-blonde tramp
And she′s probably gettin' 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

I dug my key into the side (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 (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 sayin', "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

Oh, that I dug my key into the side (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 (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
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 (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 (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
Oh