I probably should have known. Izzie was so against our relationship from the beginning. Never even truly gave me a chance. A real honest to goodness chance. I chalked it up to jealousy. I mean, her fiance was in the hospital. And then he died. But I tried being her friend. Putting my own feelings aside. For my husband. But this.. And at Joe's. Of ALL places. You would think they would be more discreet about it. Go to Meredith's house, or to a bar where all of our coworkers AREN'T.
Right now
He's probably slow dancing with a beach blonde tramp
and she's probably gettin' 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...
Things were becoming suspicious lately, though. Always spending time at Meredith's house again. Claiming Izzie needs a friend. And no one else could be there for her but him. Her best friend. Now, now they had gone too far. Making out at Joe's. For everyone to see. I came prepared though. I never actually made it in to Joe's. Stuck outside looking in. Like always. The walk to my car was short the baseball bat and knife were easy to grab. And I happened to park right next to George's truck.
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 4 ties.
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.
It didn't take long to key the length of his truck. And pure luck was on my side that I still had a key to open his truck, using the knife to slash my name in huge looping letters across it's full length letting him know exactly who did it. The headlights were quite easy, just one powerful swing for each with the baseball bat. The tires were a bit harder, sticking the knife in and then trying to pull it back out. But it was worth it. Letting him know that I knew about him and that beach blonde tramp was well worth it.
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 get lucky
Right now
He's probably dabbing 3 dollars
worth of that bathroom polo
And he don't know
Just thinking of his hands on her made me see red. I had been understanding. I fought for us. I really tried to be apart of his McFamily. The more I thought, the angrier I was becoming.
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 4 tires
Slamming the baseball bat down, the sideview mirrors gave a sickeningly satisfying crunch.
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.
I tossed the baseball bat and knife into the trunk of my own car and walked into Joe's bar. Izzie and George finally broke for air and George saw me. He at least had the decency to look guilty. I went right up to him, took his key off my key ring and tossed it to him.
I might've saved a little trouble for the next girl
Cause the next time he cheats...
Oh you know it won't be on me
Oooh, not me.
But now... Now, I'm done. I'm done trying. Done trying to be friends with the entire McFamily. I'm done fighting. She can have him. And he can have the truck. I give him a satisfying smirk and walk out.
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 4 tires