The smoke cloud billows out his mouth like a freight train through a small town
The jokes that he told across the bar were revolting and far too loud
They shake their heads saying, "God, help her" when I tell 'em he's my man
But your good lord doesn't need to lift a finger
I can fix him, no, really, I can
And only I can
The dopamine races through his brain on a six-lane Texas highway
His hands so callus from his pistol softly traces hearts on my face
And I could see it from a mile away
A perfect case for my certain skill set
He had a halo of the highest grade
He just hadn't met me yet
They shake their heads saying, "God, help her" when I tell 'em he's my man
But your good lord doesn't need to lift a finger
I can fix him, no, really, I can
And only I can
Good boy, that's right
Come close
I'll show you Heaven if you'll be an angel, all mine
Trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man
No really, I can
They shook their heads saying, "God, help her" when I told them he's my man
(I told them he's my man)
But your good lord didn't need to lift a finger
I can fix him, no, really, I can (no, really, I can)
Woah, maybe I can't
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