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