Before He Cheats Ringtones

Right now, he's probably dancing With a bleached blond tramp And she's probably getting frisky Right now, he's probably buying her a fruity little drink 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 seats I took a Louisville slugger to 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 saying I'm drunk And he's thinking, I'm gonna get lucky Right now, he's probably dabbing on Three dollars worth of that bathroom Polo 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 seats I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights Slashed a hole in all four tires Maybe next time, he'll think before he Oh, maybe next time, he'll think before he cheats I might have saved a little trouble for the next girl The next time that he cheats Oh, you know it won't be 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 headlights Slashed a hole in all four tires Maybe next time, he'll think before he cheats

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 cocktail '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 four wheel drive Carved my name into his leather seat Took 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 a thinking that he's gonna get lucky Right now, he's probably dabbing on 3 dollars Worth of that bathroom polo Oh 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 Took 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 'Cause the next time that he cheats It won't be on me! I dug my key into the side Of his pretty little souped-up four wheel drive Carved my name into his leather seat Took a Louisville slugger to both head lights Slashed a hole in all four tires Maybe next time he'll think before he, he cheats

I would die before I divorce ya I'd take a thousand thumps For my love 'Cause ya Kiss a lucky horseshoe Stuck it in my boxing glove 'Cause anyone Who will see us Through our victory And dumb defeat Knows that I'll take you to the cleaners If you come between the cheats Between the cheats Woah-ah-ohhh (Wooh-hoo) Ohhh-ohhh (Wooh-hoo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Between the cheats Woah-ah-ohhh (Wooh-hoo) Ohhh-Ohhh (Ooh-wee) My husband is The fine handsome hustler And he still make This housewife blush So I'm lockin' My hand in his I'm sitting on The royal flush Women drink him in Swimming in his green eyes Then go home And cash the chips you got And take your bad beat to-o Oh, to a bottle The jack of hearts is my jackpot Between the cheats Woah-ah-ohhh (Wooh-hoo) Ohhh-ohhh (Wooh-hoo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Between the cheats Woah-ah-ohhh (Wooh-hoo) Ohhh-Ohhh (Ooh-wee-oooh) 'Cause we all have to lock eyes And I know as my heart beats There's a winning secret to both And it's sworn Between the cheats... Between the cheats Woah-ah-ohhh (Wooh-hoo) Ohhh-ohhh (Wooh-hoo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Between the cheats Woah-ah-ohhh (Wooh-hoo) Ohhh-Ohhh (Ooh-wee-oooh) Between the cheats Woah-ah-ohhh (Wooh-hoo) Ohhh-ohhh (Wooh-hoo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Between the cheats Woah-ah-ohhh (Wooh-hoo) Ohhh-Ohhh (Ooh-wee-oooh)

Let's begin at the beginning We're lovers and we're losers We're heroes and we're pioneers And we're beggars and we're choosers We're skirting round the edges of the ideal demographic We're almost on the guest list But we're always stuck in traffic We've watched our close associates Up and play their parts Chatting up the it-girls And they're tearing up the charts While we were paying with coppers To get our round in at the bar We're the C-Team, we're the almost famous Old friends of the stars Justin is the last Of the great romantic poets And he's the only one among us Who is ever gonna make it We planned a revolution From a cheap Southampton bistro I don't remember details But there were English boys with banjos Jay is our St. George, and he's standing on a wooden chair And he sings songs, and he slays dragons, and he's losing all his hair And Adam is the resurrected spirit of Gram Parsons In plaid instead of rhinestone and living in South London And no one's really clear about Tommy's job description But it's pretty clear he's vital to the whole damn operation And Dave Danger smiles at strangers, Tre's the safest girl I know And Zo and Harps will scamper up to victory in the city we call home We won't change our ways We will proud remain When the glory fades When the glory fades, yeah Yeah, I am sick and tired of people Who are living on the B-list Yeah, they're waiting to be famous And they're wondering why they do this And I know I'm not the one who is habitually optimistic But I'm the one who's got the microphone here so just remember this Yeah, well, life is about love, last minutes and lost evenings About fire in our bellies and furtive little feelings And the aching amplitudes that set our needles all a-flickering And they help us with remembering that the only thing that's left to do is live Yeah, the only thing that's left to do is live After all the loving and the losing For the heroes and the pioneers The only thing that's left to do Is get another round in at the bar

I've become resistant to myself To my weaknesses and pain I've become the one who wants to live And just feel alive again I've changed myself I've changed I've changed myself I've changed I've become addicted to being strong Started out my second life And the remnants of your tears and smiles Shift deleted from my mind Without knowing how it hurts I feel safe Without knowing how it hurts I feel safe Is this what I really wanted? Is this what I really wanted? (Without) (Without)