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Sara had the night off but she wanted to go see if Grissom was ready to take lunch. Sara walked into the Las Vegas crime lab to find her boyfriend of the past six months. When she walked past his office she noticed he was kissing another woman. That woman was Terri Miller. "What the hell?" She thought. She was going to confront him about it, but she just decided to get even.
Right now he's probably slow dancing with a bleach blonde 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…
Later that night she returned to the crime lab, to leave Grissom a "message."
That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little suped up four will drive, carved my name into his leather seats, I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights slashed a hole in all four tires. Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.
Sara grabbed her keys from her pocket and scratched the paint on the door of his car. She then took a baseball bat and busted the head lights out.
Right now she's probably up singing from a white-trash version of Shania karaoke, right now she's probably saying I'm drunk and he's a thinking that she's going get lucky, right now he's probably dabbing on 3 dollars worth of that bathroom polo. And he don't know…
Sara finished what she started, busting out the window and taking out her pocket knife, carving her name right in the middle of the driver's seat.
That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little suped up four wheel drive, carved my name into his leather seats, I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights slashed a whole in a four tires, maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.
Sara left a note on his window that read "Grissom, I know you've been cheating on me with Terri, and I want you to know that we are through! Maybe next time you'll think before you cheat!"
I might've saved a little trouble for the next girl, cause the next time that he cheats, ohh you know it won't be on me. Ohh not on me. Cause I dug my key into the side of his pretty little suped up four wheel drive, carved my name into his leather seats. I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights, slashed a hole in all four tires, maybe next time he'll think before he cheats. Oh
Before he cheats.
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