Carrie Underwood Lyrics

Carrie Underwood lyrics

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 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... 



That I dug my key into the side of his
Pretty little souped up four wheel drive 

Carved my name into his leather
seat

I took a 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
thinking that he's gonna lucky

Right now, he's probably dabbing on three
dollars worth of that bathroom cologne

And he don't know... OH!



That I dug my key into the side of his Pretty little souped up four
wheel drive 

Carved my name into his leather seat

I took a
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

A 'cause the next time
that he cheats 

Oh, you know it won't be on me 

No, oh

Not on
me...



That I dug my key into the side of his Pretty little souped
up four wheel drive 

Carved my name into his leather seat

I took a
Louisville slugger to both head lights

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, oh 

Before he
cheats

ohhhh.