The smoke cloud billows out his mouthLike a freight train through a small townThe jokes that he told across the barWere revolting and far too loudThey shake their heads saying"God, help her" when I tell 'em he's my manBut your good lord doesn't need to lift a fingerI can fix him, no, really, I canAnd only I canThe dopamine races through his brainOn a six-lane Texas highwayHis hands so callus from his pistolSoftly traces hearts on my faceAnd I could see it from a mile awayA perfect case for my certain skill setHe had a halo of the highest gradeHе just hadn't met me yetThеy shake their heads saying"God, help her" when I tell 'em he's my manBut your good lord doesn't need to lift a fingerI can fix him, no, really, I canAnd only I canGood boy, that's rightCome closeI'll show you Heaven if you'll be an angel, all mineTrust me, I can handle me a dangerous manNo really, I canThey 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 fingerI can fix him, no, really, I can(No, really, I can)Woah, maybe I can't
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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
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