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 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 ‘em he’s my man
(Told ‘em he’s my man)
But your good Lord doesn’t need to lift a finger
I can fix him
No really, I can
No really, I can
Whoa, maybe I can’t