Taylor Swift 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 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 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 night 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