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 hand, 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 skillset 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 night Trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man No really I can They shook their heads, saying, "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) Whoa, maybe I can't
