Lyrics:. 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. That I dug my key into the side. Of his pretty little suped up 4 wheel drive,. Carved my name into his leather seats. I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights,. Slashed a hole in all 4 tires. Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats..