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 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 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