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[Verse 1] 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 a 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 [Chorus] 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 hе cheats [Verse 2] Right now, she's probably up singing some Whitе-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 Polo Oh, and he don't know [Chorus] 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