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 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 skillset

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 night

Trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man

No really I can

They shook their heads, saying, "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)

Whoa, maybe I can't