Right now, he's probably slow dancing with a bleached-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 back tryin to get some
While he's showing her how to do
And he might don't know yet...

That I dug my knife right into his chest
Leaving marks in his soul just so he'd always be rememberd
I Carved my name into his stone cold heart
So that whenever he looks back in time he will be reminded
Of what a mistake he made
And maybe next time he'll think before he cheats


Copyright Yanina!