Country imagines & preferences

Before (s)he cheats - Carrie Underwood

"Right now, (s)he's probably slow dancing

With a bleached-blond tramp

And she's probably getting frisky"

Carrie knew exactly what you were doing tonight. On the last weeks you were going out every Friday night just to come home with the smell of some other woman's perfume and red lipstick in the collar for your shirt... Coming home late every Friday when you weren't sober.

She just kind of wishes you could hide better the hiccups on the skin of your neck.

Sitting by the fireplace she watches the flames changing colors, consuming the wood that becomes nothing more than ashes. Maybe it was just like your love that burned so quickly just to become ashes in the end.

What happened to the love?

What happened to you?

She doesn't know where exactly it all went wrong. Or maybe the sad truth is that you were never meant to be together after all.

But right now, feeling so lonely again in one more Friday night, Carrie starts to think that it all can't be her fault. Sure you two had problems (mainly because your relationship has to deal with her concerts and being away for some months), but problems can be solved. You could have solved them like two adults. But you just don't care.

And the truth is that cheating can never be a solution to some problem.

You, the woman that Carrie loved so deeply for so many years, are a cheater. She doesn't think there's forgiveness for something like that.

"Right now, (s)he's probably buying

Her some fruity little drink

'Cause she can't shoot whiskey"

Carrie can imagine you standing by the bar, the neon lights making the color of your eyes look darker and mysterious. She knows you are somewhere downtown in a little bar where country music is playing and people are laughing and drinking beer. You are probably standing by the bar, a cup of whiskey with ice in your hands, while talking to her. She is probably smiling and starting to get frisky. Carrie can feel her stomach overturn inside her just by imagining her touching your leg in a way so subtly (just like she had done before).

She just wonders if it's the same woman. The one with blue eyes and blonde hair she had seen with you before. Oh, you didn't know but Carrie was no fool. She saw the way the woman kissed your cheek and talked on your ear like some old friend, but Carrie had never seen her before on the town.

And maybe right now at the bar you are buying the pretty lady a drink. Maybe a cocktail. Maybe a beer. She didn't look like a woman that could handle whiskey.

"Right now, (s)he's probably up behind her

With a pool-stick

Showing her how to shoot a combo

And (s)he don't know"

The bar is filled with music and some guys are dancing with their lovers at the voice of George Strait on the old jukebox. But you don't really care about music when you admire the way that blonde woman moves around you. There is something so electric and seductive about her, making you forget all the rest... Making you forget that you have a good girl at home waiting for you.

Carrie knows the smile you have on your lips.

"Hey honey, do you wanna play?", she imagines you saying while standing by the pool table.

And of course the blonde chick wants to. She just wants to stay next to you because you are so charming and friendly. Carrie knows that. Because that was the way she fell in love with you one day.

But what happened to the love you shared?

Did it end up just like the ashes in the fireplace?

Maybe after all, Carrie didn't want to know. There was nothing she could do. She loved you... Oh God, she loved you so much. But you were a cheater anyway.

"I dug my key into the side

Of his her pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive

Carved my name into his her leather seats

I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights

I slashed a hole in all four tires

Maybe next time (s)he'll think before (s)he cheats"

Picking up the baseball stick behind the door and letting all the feelings inside her come alive, Carrie took the keys of your new red car (the one standing in the yard of the house that you were so proud of).

"Stupid car...", she muttered.

And swinging the baseball stick she hit one of the rearview mirrors making it fall to the lawn.

Carrie had held that anger inside her for too long. You never deserved her. She's trying to understand that finally.

Swinging the stick again, Carrie screams, with tears starting to appear in her eyes, as she hit the two headlights, smashing the glass in little fragments. She loves you... And she hates you. But mostly, she hates the fact that she still loves you after all you have done.

But this is the last goodbye. She can't stay any longer if all you do is hurt her.

Glass was all over the lawn. The leather seats of your brand new car have now her name carved in big letters. "Carrie was here." 

God, you would hate her for that but the truth was that Carrie didn't care.

"Stupid love...", she muttered, letting the baseball stick fall to the floor and walking away without looking back.

Maybe the next time you will think before you cheat.

But the next time it won't be with Carrie.