The following are lyrics to the song Before He Cheats. The song was written by Chris Tompkins and Josh Kear.
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 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 the horn and all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats
Right now, she's probably up singin' some white-trash version of Shania karoake
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
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 the horn and 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 the horn and 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, oh