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
Hе just hadn't met me yet

Thеy 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