Lyrics Before He Cheats - Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox feat. Kitty Hawk
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
cocktail
'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
I
dug
my
key
into
the
side
Of
his
pretty
little
souped-up
four
wheel
drive
Carved
my
name
into
his
leather
seat
Took
Louisville
slugger
to
both
head
lights
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
thinking
that
he's
gonna
get
lucky
Right
now,
he's
probably
dabbing
on
3 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
seat
Took
Louisville
slugger
to
both
head
lights
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
It
won't
be
on
me!
I
dug
my
key
into
the
side
Of
his
pretty
little
souped-up
four
wheel
drive
Carved
my
name
into
his
leather
seat
Took
a
Louisville
slugger
to
both
head
lights
Slashed
a
hole
in
all
four
tires
Maybe
next
time
he'll
think
before
he,
he
cheats
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