I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

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 sayin’, “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

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The dopamine races through his brain
On a six-lane Texas highway
His hands so calloused 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 gradе
He just hadn’t met me yеt

They shake their heads sayin’, “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 sayin’, “God, help her”
When I told ‘em he’s my man (I told ‘em 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