I wasn't having the best of days. I had to chase another skip through the garbage. I had torn a new set of holes in yet another pair of jeans and I was going to get kiked out of my apartment.

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...

I was still covered in garbage when I brought the body receipt to the office. "Dang girl!" Lula and Connie exclaimed together. "Yeah, I know."

Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick,

showing her how to shoot a combo...

"I told you he was skum. His ass is great but he ain't got nothin' to back it up relationship wise."

I stopped. "Huh?"

Lula kept going. "I mean you are way too good for his cheatin' ass anyway. He was lucky to have you. But instead he decides to toss it out the window with Terry Gilman."

I was out the door seeing red.

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 seat...

I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights,

slashed a hole in all 4 tires...

And maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.

I had been driving around town for an hour with no sign of the cheatin' scumbag I used to call a boyfriend. I mean I had always suspected but I never heard it from someone straight.

Right now, she's probably up singing some

white-trash version of Shania karoke..

Right now, she's probably saying "I'm drunk"

and he's a thinking that he's gonna lucky,

Everyone knew that they were all drunks and cheated on their wives and girlfriends. Why did I think he would be any different?

Right now, he's probably dabbing 3 dollars worth of that bathroom cologne...

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 seat,

I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights,

slashed a hole in all 4 tires...

And maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.

I knew he hated my job, how dangerous it is and how he thought I would one day get myself killed. I suddenly got hit with and idea. Just the other day we were discussing the loss of my most recent car and how he had said "How many more cars are you gonna loose, blow up and smash before you realize you are gonna get hurt?"

I knew the answer now, just one.

I might saved a little trouble for the next girl,

Cause the next time that he cheats...

Oh, you know it won't be on me!

I got Terry's cell number off one of her co-workers and set my plan into action. She answered on the fifth ring, "Yes?" She sounded agitated, and I hoped I interrupted something.

"Tell Joe that I am not the only one in a dangerous position." And I hung up.

It was late and I was half way through Ghostbusters when the phone rang. "Hello?"

"What the hell did you DO?" Guess who?

I smiled. "How many more cars will it take until you realize you are gonna get hurt?"

Ohh... not on me...

Cause I dug my key into the side of his pretty little suped up 4 wheel drive,

carved my name into his leather seat...

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...