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 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

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 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