Before He Cheats Songtext
von Mike Maimone

Right now, he′s probably slow dancin'
With some bleached blond twink
Who′s trying to get frisky
Right now, he's probably buyin' him
Some fruity little drink
′Cause he can′t shoot whiskey
Right now, he's probably up behind him
With his pool stick showin′ him
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
I carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights
I slashed a hole into all four tires
Maybe next time he′ll think before he cheats


Right now, he's probably up doing
Some white-trash version of
Some Cher karaoke
Right now, he′s probably sayin'
"I'm drunk" and my man′s thinkin′
That he's gonna get lucky
Right now, he′s probably dabbin' on about
Three dollars worth of
That bathroom Polo
And he don′t know

That I dug my key into the side of his
Pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
I carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights
I slashed a hole into all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats
Before he cheats

He don′t know
He don't know
He don't know
He don′t know
He don′t know
Naw he don't know


That I dug my key into the side of his
Pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
I carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights
I slashed a hole into all four tires
Maybe next time he′ll think before he cheats
Before he cheats
Before he cheats