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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...

I'm day-dreaming again. It's 10ish, and I'm trying to imagine where you are right at this moment. He's probably slow-dancing with that bleach blonde tramp I saw him flirting with earlier. She's probably getting frisky, just because that's how I know she is. I bet now, he's buying her some fruity little drink, because heaven knows she can't shoot the whiskey. I'm getting angrier and angrier as I continue thinking. I love him… Why can't he see that!

Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick, showing her how to shoot a combo...
And he don't know...

He's probably up behind her with a pool-stick showing her how to shoot a combo. Of course this… girl… surely doesn't know how to play pool. I could probably beat her… He he he… I walk out of the studio to where I know they are, because he was talking to her about it earlier, and I was eavesdropping. He was soo excited. But it was a bad idea for him to tell me that. I got into my car and drove over there. And he don't know what I'm about to do to his precious Hummer.

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...

I pull into the parking lot, and get out of my Mustang. I walk over to his car. I smirk. I dig my key into the side if it leaving a scratch along the passenger side. I carve fuck you, you bastard, with my key, into his leather seats. I walk back to my car, and open the back. I pull out my Louisville slugger, because I was holding stuff for Sadie. I smash his headlights. And then took out my pocketknife, and slashed the tires. I ran back to my car, and peeled out of the parking lot.

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

God that felt good! Take that Quincy!

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 cologne...
And he don't know...

So on my way back to the studio, and I think back to what I think he's doing. She's probably trying to sing his some white-trash version of Shania Karaoke. But you know she can't sing like me. She's probably saying I'm drunk, and, since I know him like I do, he thinks he's gonna get lucky. He's probably dabbing on three dollars worth of bathroom cologne, to help him get "in". But he don't know… Evil laugh… God… I am evil aren't I?... God… I just wanna slap Quincy in the back of his head… You know he deserves it. Come on, you know it.

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...

I'm remembering what I did to his car. I'm laughing. Trying to imagine what his face will look like when he sees his car. I'm betting he'll faint. I'm laughing hysterically, and probably won't stop anytime soon. I'm laughing and I miss the entrance to G-Major. So I drive around the block again. I park I my spot, and since it's dark I miss the car that's parked next to me. I walk in, and head to studio C. I open the door, and it's pitch black. I feel for the light switch, and I find it and flick it on. There he is, sitting right in the middle of the studio. I scream, then realize who it is.

"God, Quincy, what's your problem?"

"What's my problem? What's your problem?"

"My problem? What did I do?"

"Why the hell did you do that to my car?"

"Did what to your car?"

"Don't be an idiot, Harrison. You know what you did."

"Quincy, what the fuck is you problem?"

"Come on, Jude. Just tell me it was you, so I don't have to file a police report."

"Oh come on Tom. Why would I do that to your car? And where's your bimbo- I mean date?"

He smirks. "Jude, you were just caught red-handed."

I smile innocently. "What do you mean? I didn't do a thing…" I trail off, then run out the door.

"JUDE!" I hear the footsteps behind me…

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

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 keep running and running out the main door, and to my house. Still I didn't see the car in m driveway, so I run in the house, and lock the door behind me. All the locks too. I turn and slide the down the door. Until I see him sitting there.

"Shit." I get up, and go to run back through the door, then realize it's locked. I'm banging on the door, and then I finally get it unlocked, when a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist.

"Jude, why didn't you just tell me?" He whispers in my ear. I shiver.

"Tell you what?"

"Why didn't you tell me that you didn't want me to go out with her? I wouldn't of, if you didn't want me to. I love you too girl."

"What are you talking about, Quincy?" He pulls a book out of his pocket. My jaw drops.

"You read my journal!"

"You left it at the studio."

I groan. Rule Number One of the studio, never leave anything personal. People will look through it.

"It was open too."

I groan again.

"Can we go back to the studio I have a song to record, and I kinda left my car at the studio."

"Sure."

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...

I got done with recording 'Before He Cheats,' and Tommy is walking over to me.

"Tom what do you want-" He interrupts me by kissing me. I melt into the kiss. I finally got my Blue-Eyed Prince. But the happiness will only last for so long. It's Tommy, remember?

TBC