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Lyrics. Right now, he's probably slow dancin' With a bleached-blond 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 ...
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats I might have 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 head lights
I slashed a hole in all four tires. Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats. I might have 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.
I slashed a hole in all four tires. Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats. I might have 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.
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 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 I dug my key into the side Of his pretty ...
