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Before He Cheats Lyrics

by Carrie Underwood

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“Before He Cheats” is a song by Carrie Underwood. This page features time-synced lyrics that highlight each line as the song plays — press play to sing along in real time. The lyrics contain 39 lines.

Before He Cheats — Carrie Underwood
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Right now, he's probably slow dancin' with a bleach-blonde 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 (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 (both headlights)

Slashed a hole in all four tires

Maybe next time, he'll think before he cheats

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Right now, she's probably up singing some

White-trash version of Shania karaoke

Right now, she's probably sayin', "I'm drunk"

And he's a-thinkin' that he's gonna get lucky

Right now, he's probably dabbin' on

Three dollars worth of that bathroom Polo

Oh, and he don't know

Oh, that I dug my key into the side (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 (both headlights)

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, not on me

'Cause I dug my key into the side (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 (both headlights)

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, before he cheats

Oh

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Right now, he's probably slow dancin' with a bleach-blonde 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 (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 (both headlights) 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 sayin', "I'm drunk" And he's a-thinkin' that he's gonna get lucky Right now, he's probably dabbin' on Three dollars worth of that bathroom Polo Oh, and he don't know Oh, that I dug my key into the side (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 (both headlights) 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, not on me 'Cause I dug my key into the side (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 (both headlights) 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, before he cheats Oh
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