I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

The small 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 head saying God help her

When I tell him 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 callous from his pistol softly traces hearts on my face

And I can see it from a mile away

A perfect case for my certain skill set

He had a halo on the highest grade he just haven't met me yet

They shake their head saying God help her

When I tell him 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 shake their head saying God help her

When I tell him 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

Maybe I can't

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