Sing it, sister!

So, as is my usual habit when the writer’s block kicks in and I don’t have anything especially brilliant or witty to write about, I turn to my current favorite song lyrics for inspiration. I’m really enjoying Carrie Underwood’s “Before He Cheats” and without further ado, here are the 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...

I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,
carved my name into his leather seats.
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights,
slashed a hole in all 4 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 3 dollars worth of that bathroom cologne...
and he don't know...

I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive.
Carved my name into his leather seats...
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights,
slashed a hole in all 4 tires...

Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.

I might've 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..

I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,
carved my name into his leather seats...
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights,
slashed a hole in all 4 tires...

Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.
Ohh.. maybe next time he'll think.. before he cheats...
Ohh... before he cheats...ohhhh.

This may be a new ringtone choice for my phone ;-)

KJ