Before He Cheats (The Other Side of the Looking Glass)

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[Verse 1]
I didn’t ask for the umbrella in my glass
Or the cheap pickup lines he was trying to pass
He was leaning on the pool table, spinning his keys
Swearing up and down he was single and free
He held my hand, told me I was a ten
Said he hadn't felt this way since God knows when
Bragging 'bout his precious Louis Vuitton seats
While I was just sipping on something too sweet
[Pre-Chorus]
But a shadow walked past the neon sign outside
And I saw a flash of silver he couldn’t hide
A screech of metal cutting through the smoky air
And suddenly Mr. Smooth-Talker’s frozen in his chair
[Chorus]
Hey cowboy, looks like your karma just hit
Some girl out there is throwing a beautiful fit
She’s keying up the side of your four-wheel drive
And honestly, honey, I hope you survive
'Cause she’s smashing out the lights on your ego trip
While I’m taking one last, final little sip
You thought you were a player, thought you had it made
But your tires are flat and your paint job’s frayed
Yeah, she’s taking a slugger to your whole damn pride
And I’m walking out on your cheating side
[Verse 2]
We stepped under the streetlights, the jukebox went dead
You looked at your chrome and your face turned red
There was a brand new map carved into the hood
And a hiss of air where a good tire stood
You started crying 'bout your lifted-up wheels
While I’m standing right here in my high-heeled shoes
Realizing I almost fell for the fraud
Thanking the stranger who just did the work of God
[Pre-Chorus]
You called me a cab but you're the one stranded
Can't believe you thought you'd leave here empty-handed
[Chorus]
Hey cowboy, looks like your karma just hit
Some girl out there is throwing a beautiful fit
She’s keying up the side of your four-wheel drive
And honestly, honey, I hope you survive
'Cause she’s smashing out the lights on your ego trip
While I’m taking one last, final little sip
You thought you were a player, thought you had it made
But your tires are flat and your paint job’s frayed
Yeah, she’s taking a slugger to your whole damn pride
And I’m walking out on your cheating side
[Bridge]
You wanted a blonde on your passenger side
To feed your illusions and go for a ride
But you didn't think the woman you left back at home
Would leave you with nothing but a shattered wind-zone
Now you’ve got a broken truck and a ruined front seat
And the girl at the bar and the girl on the street
Yeah, we're both totally done with you
[Final Chorus]
Hey cowboy, looks like your karma just hit!
Go out to the lot and admire her wit
She wrecked every piece of your four-wheel drive
And there isn't a prayer that'll save your night
She blasted the glass on your ego trip
While I’m walking away with a smile on my lip
You thought you were a king, thought you had it made
But your truck is trashed and your game just played
Yeah, she took a Louisville slugger to your ride
And I’m leaving you here with your shattered pride
[Outro]
Next time you buy a girl a fruity little drink
Maybe stop for a second and think
Have fun with the tow truck, boy
'Cause next time... she might not stop at the car
Sayonara, cowboy
(Heavy electric guitar chords slam down, engine revs and fades into feedback)

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[Verse 1] I didn’t ask for the umbrella in my glass Or the cheap pickup lines he was trying to pass He was leaning on the pool table, spinning his keys Swearing up and down he was single and free He held my hand, told me I was a ten Said he hadn't felt this way since God knows when Bragging 'bout his precious Louis Vuitton seats While I was just sipping on something too sweet [Pre-Chorus] But a shadow walked past the neon sign outside And I saw a flash of silver he couldn’t hide A screech of metal cutting through the smoky air And suddenly Mr. Smooth-Talker’s frozen in his chair [Chorus] Hey cowboy, looks like your karma just hit Some girl out there is throwing a beautiful fit She’s keying up the side of your four-wheel drive And honestly, honey, I hope you survive 'Cause she’s smashing out the lights on your ego trip While I’m taking one last, final little sip You thought you were a player, thought you had it made But your tires are flat and your paint job’s frayed Yeah, she’s taking a slugger to your whole damn pride And I’m walking out on your cheating side [Verse 2] We stepped under the streetlights, the jukebox went dead You looked at your chrome and your face turned red There was a brand new map carved into the hood And a hiss of air where a good tire stood You started crying 'bout your lifted-up wheels While I’m standing right here in my high-heeled shoes Realizing I almost fell for the fraud Thanking the stranger who just did the work of God [Pre-Chorus] You called me a cab but you're the one stranded Can't believe you thought you'd leave here empty-handed [Chorus] Hey cowboy, looks like your karma just hit Some girl out there is throwing a beautiful fit She’s keying up the side of your four-wheel drive And honestly, honey, I hope you survive 'Cause she’s smashing out the lights on your ego trip While I’m taking one last, final little sip You thought you were a player, thought you had it made But your tires are flat and your paint job’s frayed Yeah, she’s taking a slugger to your whole damn pride And I’m walking out on your cheating side [Bridge] You wanted a blonde on your passenger side To feed your illusions and go for a ride But you didn't think the woman you left back at home Would leave you with nothing but a shattered wind-zone Now you’ve got a broken truck and a ruined front seat And the girl at the bar and the girl on the street Yeah, we're both totally done with you [Final Chorus] Hey cowboy, looks like your karma just hit! Go out to the lot and admire her wit She wrecked every piece of your four-wheel drive And there isn't a prayer that'll save your night She blasted the glass on your ego trip While I’m walking away with a smile on my lip You thought you were a king, thought you had it made But your truck is trashed and your game just played Yeah, she took a Louisville slugger to your ride And I’m leaving you here with your shattered pride [Outro] Next time you buy a girl a fruity little drink Maybe stop for a second and think Have fun with the tow truck, boy 'Cause next time... she might not stop at the car Sayonara, cowboy (Heavy electric guitar chords slam down, engine revs and fades into feedback)

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