Holes In His Pants

[Verse 1]
Found that receipt in your old blue jeans
Cheap motel, same old town
You walked in whistlin’ like you’re clean
Beer on your breath, head in the clouds
I kissed your cheek, said “how was your day?”
You never saw that smirk on my face
[Chorus]
So I cut holes in your pants, every last pair
Right where it counts, right under there (oh yeah)
Let the whole world see what kind of man you are
Then I called up your brother, took his hand
We fogged up the windows of his Chevy in the dark
Guess you’ll think twice next time you break a heart
[Verse 2]
Your brother showed up in that Sunday shirt
Blushed when I opened the door
Said “I heard some things, and you don’t deserve hurt”
I said “come on in, lock it once more”
His eyes were soft, his smile was trouble
You lost my love, he found it double
[Chorus]
Yeah I cut holes in your pants, every last pair
Guess karma’s got a mean little flair (hey!)
Let the whole bar laugh when you bend down at the dart board
While I’m tangled up in your brother’s arms
Lipstick on his neck, his hands on my back porch
Guess you’ll think twice next time you break a heart
[Bridge]
Do I feel bad? maybe a little
Then I see your face and I giggle
Standing there, trying to hide
While your brother’s truck is in my drive
[Chorus]
’Cause I cut holes in your pants, every last pair
Snip, snip, honey, love’s a fair scare
Let your buddies point and stare when the seams fall apart
And I made out with your much cuter brother
Sweetest kind of payback under these stars
Guess you’ll think twice next time you break a heart
Yeah, you’ll think twice next time you break my heart

country, Modern country-pop with female vocals, midtempo swing. Start with twangy acoustic and brushed kit, then bring in bright electric guitar and warm bass. Choruses lift with stacked harmonies and a stomping backbeat. Bridge leans on a fiddle hook and a playful half-time feel before a final, big, sassy chorus., female vocals